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THE UNCONSCIOUS INFLUENCE 



The 

UNCONSCIOUS 

INFLUENCE 

By 

Mrs. Anna L. Parkes 

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1924 

THE STRATFORD COMPANY, Publishers 
Boston, Massachusetts 





Copyright, 1924 

The STRATFORD CO., Publishers 
Boston, Mass. 


< The Alpine Press, Boston, Mass., U. S. A. 


AUG -I 1924 

©C1A800471 

'VU I 


TO MY HUSBAND, ROBERT EDGAR PARKES, 
THIS STORY, VIVIDLY PORTRAYING THE 
HUMAN CHARACTER, IS AFFECTIONATELY 
DEDICATED 

BY HIS WIFE 











CONTENTS 


Chapter 


Page 

I 

Edith Melton’s Home .... 

. 1 

II 

The Senior Class Play 

. 14 

III 

The Skating Party .... 

. 24 

IV 

The Sale. 

. 32 

V 

An Enemy’s Plot .... 

. 43 

VI 

Entrapped. 

. 50 

VII 

Robert’s Visit. 

. 61 

VIII 

The Picture and the Pledge 

. 74 

IX 

The Commencement .... 

. 82 

X 

Vacation. 

. 90 

XI 

After the Accident .... 

. 107 

XII 

Capture of Two Thieves 

. 114 

XIII 

Emily Weds. 

. 133 

XIV 

Edith’s Visit to Illinois 

. 146 

XV 

Just a Friend. 

. 159 

XVI 

Rev. Allen’s Death and the Meltons 

Move to 


Chicago. 

. 167 

XVII 

The Illness. 

. 179 

XVIII 

Worthy of the Prize .... 

. 194 

XIX 

Jackson and Carter, Attorneys at Law 

. 211 










CHAPTER I 


Edith Melton’s Home 

E DITH had been sitting in the twilight for a short time, 
thoroughly enjoying all the peace and comfort that a 
cozy living room could afford. 

Half unconscious of all her surroundings and nestled 
down in a luxuriously padded chair, she was watching the fire 
in the grate as it threw its cheerful rays of light into the room 
of which she was the sole occupant. 

As she sat meditating on this particular evening, many 
roseate dreams and new ideas kept crowding into her youthful 
mind; for as she had an exceptionally sweet voice, she was 
looking forward to the time when some day she might become 
famous in the musical world. 

“Voice and beauty,” Mr. Melton would often say to Mrs. 
Melton, “are enough to make many girls fickle, but we know, 
mother, our Edith is not one to be easily flattered and we must 
not at any time let her know that she is a charm for any home 
and one of which we can be rightfully proud.” 

Edith, as she sat there absorbed in deep thought, suddenly 
was aroused by the voice of her mother, announcing the even¬ 
ing meal. 

It was one of those dreary, chilly, and drizzling rainy days 
of December, when the outside is dull and gray and the moan¬ 
ing and whistling of the wind fills one with a sort of melan¬ 
choly feeling such as is often experienced on an early winter 
day. 


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1 ‘From all indications this promises to be a dark and 
blustery night, ’ ’ said Mr. Melton, as the family were seating 
themselves at the supper table. 

Mrs. Melton replied that she was indeed glad that they 
were all indoors, and was truly thankful for all the comforts 
that their home afforded. 

The Meltons lived on a fair sized farm in the beautiful 
valley of the Ohio and not far from Yorkville, a town of about 
three thousand inhabitants. This farm home was exception¬ 
ally attractive and picturesque and was the source of much 
comment from those who passed its vine clad walls. No home 
in all the surrounding country had more flowers, better kept 
lawns nor was neater in appearance than the Melton home. 
It was not so large and commanding as many country homes 
were but it had that general appearance that gave it the ‘ ‘ home 
feeling’’ which appeals to us all. 

David Melton, his wife, Edith and Guy composed this 
noble household. 

Mr. Melton was not a rich man, nor yet was he considered 
a poor man by any means, as he had been very successful in 
raising thoroughbred hogs and was recognized as a prosperous 
and influential man in his community. 

Edith was now a lass of almost eighteen and two years 
Guy’s senior, and would finish her high school education at 
Yorkville the coming June. 

She was endowed with that character of mind guided by 
high ideals and a strong determination of right thinking and 
living, which had been instilled into her mind by her parents 
from her early childhood. She had inherited the sweet loving 
disposition of her mother and the strong personality of her 
father which created in her a most charming type of character. 

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She possessed two beautiful, deep, brown eyes that revealed 
volumes of wonderful intellect and masterly will power. An 
abundance of beautiful black hair and the lingering blush of 
the rose on her cheeks gave to her that rare beauty we so 
seldom see in the gentler sex of the twentieth century. 

“Edith, did you rest well last night?” inquired her 
mother, as she entered the breakfast room the next morning. 

“Yes, mother, or at any rate I think I did; I was some¬ 
what worn out when I retired as I had sat up a trifle late 
working on my lessons for today.” 

“Well, Edith, as this is your senior year in high school 
your father and I have been considering the matter of having 
you discontinue your vocal lessons for the remainder of the 
term; we feel they are too much for you, and that you are 
overtaxing yourself to a certain degree.” 

“You know we want you to keep up your grades, and as 
your work in school takes most of your time, we may see fit 
for you to drop your music for a while,” added Mr. Melton. 

To this Edith made no reply, for it certainly was a serious 
blow to her, as she took great delight in her vocal lessons and 
was especially fond of the way in which the instructor had 
encouraged the culture of such an unusual voice. 

With a sad and heavy heart, but with the same sweet 
smiling face as of old, she kissed her mother good-bye, and 
she and Guy, seated in their Ford coupe, sped away toward 
Yorkville. 

As Mrs. Melton busied herself with her morning’s work, 
she could not keep from thinking of the expression that flitted 
across the face of her daughter when she had told her they 
might deem it best for her to drop her music for a while. 
“However, her father and I are in a better position to know 

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what is best for her; yet, at the same time I could see by that 
expression it would not meet with her approval, — but not¬ 
withstanding the fact there was the same sweet smile as of 
yore when she bade me good-bye and I love to think of her 
with that smile on her face, as it is balm for any mother’s 
heart,” mused the mother. 

“Well! Hello Edith!” called Emily Carter when they 
met at the first intermission, “what in the world is the matter 
with you this morning? You do not seem like yourself; for 
you are always on hand, ready to give us a panacea for all 
our ills, and a smile for all our frowns. ’ ’ 

“Well, I did not know that I was the Dr. Cure All, and a 
pleasant pellet ready to take at any time,” replied Edith. 

“Well, you are,” retorted Emily. 

“Say, Edith, that solo you sang at church Sunday evening 
must have been something beyond the ordinary, as I heard a 
party say he seldom found time for church going, but he felt 
well paid for his effort in the enjoyment of your exceptional 
voice. He furthermore said he did wish his daughter had a 
few of your charming accomplishments and he would be proud 
of her.” 

“Now Emily, please come and tell me who it was that 
made such a remark as that ? ’ ’ 

“Well, if you must know, I’ll tell you,” retorted Emily, 
“it was my dad.” 

“Really?” said Edith, “then if he enjoyed my singing so 
much, perhaps it may be an inducement for him to come 
again, and by the way, Emily, why don’t you folks ever come 
to church ? ’ ’ 

‘ ‘ What do you do on Sunday, or where do you go ? ” 

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Emily’s face reddened somewhat as she tried to answer 
her friend the best she could. “We are not in the habit of 
church going,” she replied, which was a rather lame excuse 
and yet very fitting to those who are seldom seen inside a 
sanctuary. It is an evident fact that habit becomes a second 
nature to all of us, and Emily did not propose saying anything 
further about the church or anyone or anything connected 
with it, as the questions Edith had plied her with had caused 
her no little embarrassment. 

It was with a sigh of relief that afternoon that Edith 
heard the dismissal bell, for she could not tell for the life of 
her how it was that she had managed to drag through her 
recitations of the day. The unexpected statement that had 
fallen from her mother’s lips that morning was a somewhat 
serious blow to her, for, without a doubt she derived more 
pleasure from her music than she could ever hope to obtain 
from her high school work. 

Her unhappy mood had been very noticeable to all her 
class members, and especially had one of them been deeply 
concerned as to the nature of her trouble. For some unknown 
reason she decided she would walk to the post office after 
school and inquire for the afternoon mail. 

This one act afforded an opportunity that a certain Hugh 
Carter had long been waiting to seize, so needless to say he 
leisurely strolled down the street by Edith’s side. 

Having finished the evening chores, Mr. Melton found 
time to look over the daily paper before supper as the children 
had not arrived home from school. 

Mrs. Melton busied herself with some fancy work she was 
trying to finish before Christmas. 

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Suddenly Mr. Melton peered over the rim of his glasses, 
dropped the paper from his hand, and asked if she did not 
think it was time for the children to be home. “Do you sup¬ 
pose something has happened to them?” 

“Can it be six o’clock, David? I have been so intent on 
my work that I had not taken time to stop and consider what 
time it was getting to be: you know it is so unlike Edith not 
to phone me if she has been detained in any way.” 

This observation added fresh fuel to their already 
troubled anxiety for the safe arrival of the children. 

‘ ‘ It may be,, mother, that they were detained on account 
of the class play, and do you know, I see no material need for 
such things. They have a tendency to lessen their interest in 
school work, ’ ’ observed the worried father. 

“Yes, David, and not only that, but it fills their minds 
with a lot of nonsense and fool love affairs that they can have 
ample time to learn about after school days are over,” said 
Mrs. Melton. 

“Speaking for myself,” she continued, “I’d much rather 
Edith would not take part in the play; but what can we do? 
It seems as if it takes all these non-essentials to get a student 
through high school regardless of the worry on the part of the 
parents. ’ ’ 

Just then, glancing through the dining-room window, Mr. 
Melton caught a glimpse of a light from a car and said he 
thought they were coming. 

On hearing footsteps Mrs. Melton opened the door for 
Edith and Guy and inquired as to what had kept them so late 
as supper had been waiting some little time. Edith soon ex¬ 
plained that they had been detained after school to make 


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further arrangements regarding their play, and as the days 
were so short it had made them quite late in coming home. 

She did not tell her mother that Hugh Carter had walked 
as far as the post office with her, and not at a rapid gait; nor 
did Guy disclose this secret either, as most young brothers 
would have done, but he kept perfectly mute in this matter, 
as he had utmost confidence in Edith’s capability of attending 
to her own affairs, and doing it in the right way. 

Neither did he say that Hugh Carter had asked his sister 
to attend a movie with him on Sunday evening, and that she 
had given him a flat refusal. All these things were flitting 
through Guy’s mind at a rapid rate as he prepared for the 
evening meal. 

Not many miles distant, in a certain home, a certain 
young man was pondering in his mind how Edith Melton 
could have so flatly refused his company when all the girls 
in town were just waiting for a chance like the one she had 
turned down. He had always been quite popular with no few 
of the feminine sex, so really this was some setback for a 
young man of his caliber, thought he. 

‘ ‘ I suppose she thinks she is better than the average young 
lady, but I will not be daunted by this first attempt, for the 
old saying is: ‘If at first you don’t succeed, try, try again,’ ” 
he meditated. 

With these thoughts uppermost in his mind he hastily 
dressed himself, and was soon on his way to Miss Grace 
Moore’s home where he found her waiting to attend the dance 
with him. 

He could not tell why, but it seemed to him that the 
dance was not as gay and enticing as of old, and did not afford 

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as much pleasure and enjoyment to him as heretofore; but 
was it really the dance, or was it he himself ? 

Often while dancing with Grace Moore that evening, the 
thought would mount high in his mind, of how much more he 
could enjoy a dance with a certain little brown-eyed country 
girl, who at this time had long been in dreamland, for it was 
now getting along to the small hours of the morning. 

Hugh Carter was now almost twenty years old, and would 
have been through high school long before this if he had only 
applied himself, for he was an apt scholar, and had a clear 
conception of things, but was too fond of a frivolous life, and 
spent too much of his time in fashionable society. 

Mr. Carter had advised him of the fact just a few days 
previous, that if he did not graduate with his class this year, 
he would not get a chance to finish his high school work, and 
he would not send him to college to take up the study of law. 

“Things are assuming a serious aspect,” declared Hugh, 
as he bethought himself that the best thing he could do would 
be to settle down after the holidays, to real business and come 
out in the end with his class, with colors flying. 

The very thought of not attending a law school almost 
took away his breath, for this would mean utter disaster to all 
his well-laid plans for his future career. 

With all these thoughts weighing down upon him, and 
with an aching void in his heart, at last at a late hour he 
sought a few hours of repose. 

Edith awoke early in the morning much refreshed by her 
night’s rest, and as this was Friday, she always arose some¬ 
what earlier that day in order to assist her mother in doing 
some of the week-end cleaning, before she went to school. 

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While she was sweeping and dusting, her voice could be 
heard singing some of her favorite songs, as she often re¬ 
marked that ‘ ‘ she could work better when she sang. ’ ’ 

She was interrupted by her mother, calling to her to 
come to the phone. 

It was Emily calling to tell her that they were to rehearse 
the play that evening and inviting Edith and Guy to remain in 
town after school and to take dinner with her. 

Edith thanked her and told her that she would let her 
know when she came to school. 

Hanging up the receiver, she entered the kitchen to talk 
the matter over with her mother, but not finding her there she 
called to her, and then descended the steps to the basement. 
‘ * Mother, we are to rehearse the play this evening, and Emily 
has very cordially invited Guy and myself to remain in town 
and take dinner with her. ’ ’ 

‘ ‘ What did you tell her ? ’ ’ 

“I told her I would let her know when I came to school 
this morning. ’’ 

“You know, Edith, your father and I have never encour¬ 
aged Emily and you to become very intimate friends on ac¬ 
count of her brother Hugh, who you know is of questionable 
character, and if you accept this invitation it will only encour¬ 
age him to make himself more agreeable than he has hereto¬ 
fore, and such a thing could not be countenanced by your 
father and me/’ observed Mrs. Melton. “Simply decline the 
invitation this time, and tell her your services are needed at 
home after school.’* 

Edith, like most young girls, was naturally disappointed, 
as she dreaded the thought of telling Emily she would have to 
decline her invitation. However, she knew what her mother 


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had said regarding the character of the young man in question 
was all true. Edith was a young woman who thought much 
and said little. 

The two girls did not meet until the noon hour when 
Emily learned that Edith would not be her guest at dinner 
that evening. 

‘‘ Emily, did you tell her that it was I who had told you 
to invite her?” asked Hugh. 

“No, I should say not,” emphatically replied his sister. 

Mrs. Melton was one mother who always tried to make her 
word good with her children, so when Edith came home from 
school she found plenty of work waiting for her willing hands 
to do. 

Although Edith was gifted with a rare voice her mother 
was teaching her to do all sorts of housework, which might in 
after years be of great benefit to her. 

Mother and daughter did many little odds and ends and 
by so doing lightened the Saturday’s work to a great extent. 

“What time do you go in to rehearsal tonight?” asked 
Mrs. Melton. 

“We are supposed to be there at seven-thirty,” said Edith. 
‘ ‘ Is there anything more you wish me to do, mother ? ’ ’ 

“No — only we will sit here and rest a few minutes — or 
rather, I will, while you sing for me my favorite song, ‘The 
Did Rugged Cross.’ ” 

Edith immediately complied with her mother’s request 
as she, too, was very fond of this dear old hymn. 

As she arose from the piano her mother said, “I feel 
quite rested now, as music always soothes my tired feelings. ’ ’ 

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“Now, mother, with your permission I will run to the 
barn and have Guy throw the saddle on Black Beauty and I 
will take a little ride before supper. ’’ 

“All right, dear, but don’t go far, as it is almost dark.” 

Edith’s father had given her this beautiful animal on her 
sixteenth birthday and she had enjoyed many rides perched 
on the back of her noble horse. 

Black Beauty had been taught by her young mistress, to 
perform many cunning little tricks. 

It was nothing unusual to see her riding into Yorkville 
most any time, as she was considered a most graceful rider 
and had won several blue ribbons at the fair in the ladies’ 
riding contest. 

In compliance with her mother’s wish she did not ride 
far, but on her return found the family waiting supper for 
her. She declared she could always boast of a better appetite 
after a ride with Black Beauty. 

Guy informed her he got all the exercise needed to create 
an appetite by helping his father do the evening chores. 

“We will have to hurry, Guy,” said she, “or we will be 
late for the rehearsal, but by a little fast driving we can get 
there on time.” 

It was a wonderful December evening: the heavens were 
filled with myriads of stars and the cold frosty air was very 
invigorating as it helped to add a little more elasticity to the 
steps of those who were late in reaching home. 

This evening might have been partly responsible for the 
way in which each one acted his part in the play, but at any 
rate this proved to be one of the best rehearsals they had ever 
had. 


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It was on the way home, that Guy informed Edith that 
he thought Hugh Carter did remarkably well with his part, 
for, said he, “it seems to appeal to his general make up.” 

“How did I act my part?” asked Edith. 

“Just splendidly, only I don’t like to see you with Hugh 
Carter as he is such a bad fellow . 9 9 

“Yes, I think about that too, but I can’t say anything as 
we are both members of the class and you know our parts 
were assigned to us, not selected by any one in the play. ’ ’ 

It took her a long time to prepare to retire that night, and 
every time she closed her eyes to sleep, that play kept running 
through her mind like a moving picture show. Then, too, the 
words her mother had uttered were incessantly ringing in her 
ears, and she took it for granted that no matter how good 
Hugh’s conduct in the future might be, it would be of no 
material good for her to intercede for him and thereby some 
day claim him as her first love. Little did she dream of the 
heated controversy that took place in her home that evening 
after she and Guy had taken their departure. 

Neither did she know what a hard struggle it had been for 
her parents to permit her to continue her part in the play, all 
because she had to be thrown in such close contact with 
Hugh Carter, whom no one thought her equal in any respect. 

It matters not how dissipated a young man may be, or 
how questionable his associates, be invariably tries to win the 
esteem and friendship of the purest and best of the feminine 
sex, especially when he falls head over heels in love. 

It was hard for Edith to find sleep, so lifting the cur¬ 
tains to one side in order to see the starry firmament she then 


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began counting the stars, as she had heard her father say: 
‘ ‘ If you try to count the stars you will soon fall asleep. ’ ’ 

She never could recall the last one she counted as it was 
not long until her eyes closed in sleep. 


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CHAPTER II 


The Senior Class Play 

T HE NEXT morning the frost in the air of that early 
winter day, made the heat of the radiator feel more com¬ 
fortable to Mr. Carter than it had heretofore, as he entered 
the dining-room and stood warming his hands waiting for his 
wife to announce breakfast. His deep gray eyes were fixed on 
the window, gazing into space, all unconscious of the fact that 
his wife had already announced breakfast was waiting. 

“Joe, this is the second time I have told you breakfast was 
ready,” said Mrs. Carter. 

“Oh! I beg your pardon, I didn’t hear you,” and turning 
instantly he seated himself at the table, while a heavy scowl 
on his countenance portrayed a great degree of displeasure. 
Glancing in the direction where Emily was seated and with a 
sort of sarcasm in his voice he said: ‘ 1 Guess you ’ll not invite 
Miss Melton to your home again soon, as she so flatly refused 
your invitation last evening ? 

“It is only that she possesses such a rare voice and that 
the future has in store for her a wonderful career if her par¬ 
ents see fit to have her voice fully developed, that I sanction 
your intimate friendship with her.” 

Riveting his eyes on Hugh with an expression that indi¬ 
cated trouble, he continued: “I understand you and Miss 
Melton have been assigned the leading role in the play; if so, 
be very careful, that it doesn’t end in some fool love affair, 

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for I am quite sure neither her parents nor yours would sanc¬ 
tion anything of the sort. 

“I hear much concerning her sweet unassuming disposi¬ 
tion and her unconscious influence which no doubt will win for 
her many admiring friends, although she lacks one vital ele¬ 
ment for her future success which I consider the most essential 
— financial means. ’ 9 

Pushing his chair back from the table as he arose he said: 
“I imagine Miss Melton herself is not to blame. If she had 
taken a stand, said she would come, like you youngsters do 
when we advise otherwise, we wouldn’t have been disappointed 
in our dinner guest.” 

Mrs. Carter felt a twinge of unpleasantness at her hus¬ 
band’s remarks, but knew what he had stated was true, espe¬ 
cially was this true of Hugh over whom they had very little 
jurisdiction. 

Hugh kept perfectly silent in regard to the disappoint¬ 
ment, but nevertheless he was harboring many unpleasant 
feelings for without a doubt her parents were responsible for 
it all. However he had fully decided he had ample time dur¬ 
ing the rehearsals to hold an audience with her, and to this 
aim he lent all his energies regardless of the statement that had 
just fallen from his father’s lips. 

Mr. Carter conducted a large department store, and his 
name in connection with the article of purchase was a guaranty 
of good quality, as he could boast of an up-to-date establish¬ 
ment and was recognized as the wealthiest resident of York- 
ville. 

He spent his entire time in his business interests, put his 
whole heart into his work, took pride in doing it well, and 

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enjoyed the routine of a busy day at the store as well as most 
men do. 

The fact he had been successful in his business pursuits 
would lead us to this conclusion, for it was business, first, last, 
and always with him. 

Since he had heard Edith sing there were times he grew 
weary and shrank for a moment from the daily monotonous 
repetition of details, and looked forward to a quiet hour at 
home with his family, “Much as a desert traveler views from a 
distance the tall palm trees of an oasis under whose shade he 
hopes soon to sit and quench his thirst at the crystal spring. ’ ’ 

“These are mere daydreams/’ he would muse as he 
tried hard to banish them from his mind; but somehow that 
sweet voice he had heard sing had left a lasting impression 
upon him, and, try as he might, he couldn’t forget it. 

True it was that Edith and Emily were both members of 
the Senior Class and their acquaintance was ripening into a 
deep warm friendship although wholly unlike were their home 
environments, and for this reason, the Meltons wished for some 
break between the friends to widen with the passing of the 
days. These were the early days of December and the Senior 
Class play was to be staged just a short time before the holi¬ 
days : all were busy studying their parts, as it promised to be 
the best of its kind the Senior Class had staged in many years. 

Just why Hugh Carter and Edith Melton had been se¬ 
lected to play the leading roles in the play, was a mystery her 
parents could never solve — but, nevertheless, it happened 
thus — and to Hugh it strengthened hope, invigorated spirit, 
and helped develop a hidden character. 

Hugh Carter was a young man of fine intellectual quali¬ 
ties, and possessed enough pep and push to make of himself 


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something of the lasting quality if he would only apply him¬ 
self. Nevertheless he was not prone to wander in places where 
were to be found characters of estimable quality, and had you 
been influenced by him, you would have found yourself in 
questionable company and places. 

The Meltons were aware of the character of young Carter 
and were not agreeably pleased that Edith had to be thrown 
in constant contact with him during these rehearsals. 

It was unfortunate for the parents that Hugh had heard 
of their displeasure, as it only made matters worse for he 
redoubled all his efforts in order to accomplish his aim. Many 
sweet tender memories are clustered round these class plays, 
and in after years when we recall them they impart a sort of 
balm and quiet restful feeling that soothes like a sweet lullaby 
borne on the breezes as evening draws near and all is rest. 

Especially is this true, when we recall some romance that 
had its beginning here. Heretofore Hugh had been a frequent 
caller at the Moore home, but now Grace was looking upon his 
actions of late with scorn and displeasure for fear all her 
pretty wiles and cunning devices she had used in spinning 
her web, hoping to entrap him as her victim, might end in 
utter failure. 

Grace’s father was a gambler and her family in general 
possessed no stability of character and she was of that gauzy, 
butterfly nature whose sole aim was to vamp Hugh Carter, 
edge her way into the Carter family and thereby establish her¬ 
self in the aristocratic society of Yorkville. 

Mr. Carter had been very much vexed with his son’s 
actions during the past few months and on this particular 
evening advised him of the fact; if he didn’t take into con¬ 
sideration the thought of remaining at home part of his even- 


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ings, lie saw no further need of his trying to get through 
school this year. 

“Oh, Dad!” exclaimed Hugh; “don’t you know we are 
going to give our class play and that will take much of our 
time till the holidays; beside I forgot to make mention of the 
fact that after that time I have decided to apply myself and 
finish my high school education this year. 

“Now, Mr. Carter, with your permission I will accom¬ 
pany your daughter to the rehearsal this evening.” 

A smile of approval flitted across the father’s face as he 
nodded his consent and the program was carried out to the 
letter. After the children had taken their departure he spent 
a short time with his wife and the two younger children, J. 
Edgar and Mary Elizabeth, before returning to the store to 
look over some mail matter that had just come in. As his 
wife entered the room where he had been seated he said: “Who 
were you talking to over the phone?” 

She answered: ‘ ‘ Grace Moore. ’ ’ 

‘ ‘ I suppose she wanted to talk with Hugh ? ’ ’ 

“Yes, and I am really glad he was away.” 

“Well,” said Mr. Carter, “I do wish something would 
turn up that would put a stop to this fool boy of ours giving 
so much of his time to the frivolous and inconsistent Miss 
Moore and so little to actual business propositions. I tell you, 
wife, my patience is just about worn threadbare with him and 
I for one am ready to let him get out and hustle for himself, 
for it requires no small amount to supply his many demands. ’ ’ 
He arose abruptly, strode toward the hall, picked up his 
hat and was gone before his wife had time to say anything. 

Shortly after he made his exit she ascended the stairs, and 
after the children had been snugly tucked in bed to dream of 


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Santa Clans, she seated herself to read as she had become 
quite interested in one of the late novels and by a new author, 
and was anxious to learn how it would end. She couldn’t tell 
why, but for the life of her she could not plunge into the 
depths of that book as she had done heretofore, for somehow 
that conversation between father and son kept crowding into 
her mind, and it seemed more or less to have a certain bearing 
on her, and try as she might, she couldn’t keep her mind on 
her book. 

Gradually the mistakes she and her husband had made in 
regard to the rearing of their children surged through her 
mind till finally the book fell from her hand and she was lost 
in deep convicting thoughts. 

Footsteps aroused her and looking up she saw her husband 
standing in the doorway. 

“Well! wife, aren’t you sitting up a little late? I 
thought I would find you fast asleep, but here you are reading 
a novel as usual — and I see by your book mark you have 
finished it, and did it end the way you wanted it to ? Did they 
marry, or someone die as they usually do ? ” 

“Oh! I don’t know, I somehow lost interest in it to¬ 
night, as I had Hugh on my mind, for you remember what he 
said to you tonight, and I do hope he will try to make good. 
He has been so reckless of late, I have been reading more than 
usual in order to drown my troubles concerning him.” 

“Well! I will inform you I am in no mood to discuss 
Hugh tonight as I am all out of sorts about a bill of goods I 
was expecting for Christmas and it hasn’t come,” with which 
remark he prepared to retire. 

Ere long the mother heard the chatter of happy voices in 
the dining-room that announced the children’s return, and it 

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was while they were doing ample justice to some delicious fruit 
that Hugh seized the opportunity to impart a fraction of his 
thoughts concerning Edith. 

At length he said: “Sis, how do you think Edith Melton 
acts her part ?’ ’ 

“Oh! my! Is it possible you are so stupid, can’t you see 
she is outdoing all the rest of us ? 

“I overheard a conversation yesterday between the pro¬ 
fessor and one of the faculty and they said: ‘she would with¬ 
out a doubt some day become famous.’ ” 

“Well, you know she is a star no matter where you 
place her and would you think I was losing my head if I were 
to tell you I think she is a jewel?” 

“Much good, my big brother, it will do you, no matter 
what your thoughts may be concerning her — besides there is 
Grace, who is perfectly foolish about you and”— 

“Stop, don’t utter another word,” said Hugh, “and don’t 
read any more palms tonight or you may have the nightmare 
or something equally as bad; besides, Grace has only taken 
it for granted that she has spun her web to catch me, but time 
will tell, ’ ’ he said, as he passed out of the room. 

As he was preparing to retire he was living over again 
the act in the play, where he takes Edith by the hand and 
tells her he loves her and while he was pouring out his deep 
affection to her tonight on the altar of love he held her hand a 
trifle tighter than necessary, which act afforded him no small 
amount of solace. 

“This part affords me much pleasure,” he soliloquized, 
‘ ‘ and before these rehearsals are over I hope to prove to Miss 
Emily she isn’t as wise an old palmist as she thinks she is.” 

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The Senior Class Play 


Hugging these precious thoughts close to his heart his deep 
blue eyes soon closed in sleep. 

One evening, just a short time before the class play, when 
he returned home from school he was met by Emily who in¬ 
formed him that Mr. Page and daughter Margaret of Cleve¬ 
land, Ohio, had arrived that afternoon and would remain with 
the former’s mother until after Christmas. 

“Well, by Jove! how does this happen?” exclaimed Hugh, 
“for I received a letter from Robert only yesterday, and he 
never mentioned one word about his father and Margaret 
coming to Yorkville.” 

Mr. Page was a wealthy hardware dealer of Cleveland 
and having been reared at Yorkville he and Mr. Carter had 
grown from boyhood friends to years of ripening age, yet 
maintained the self-same friendship of earlier days. This 
lasting friendship existing between the two gentlemen was 
recognized by their families and more especially by Hugh and 
Robert who had cultivated a great fondness for each other. 

Robert was a trifle Hugh’s senior, yet his sterling habits 
and business qualities would naturally leave the impression 
that he was the latter’s senior by several years. 

“Folks who come to Yorkville to spend the holidays must 
expect to attend our class play,” said Hugh, after he had lis¬ 
tened to all Emily had to say concerning the arrival of their 
old friends. 

A few evenings following, dusk was descending and the 
air crisp and cold with a light snow on the ground that had 
fallen the day before made December the twenty-second, the 
evening of the class play, seem more like winter than any one 
heretofore. All were eagerness and expectation in this town 


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of Yorkville waiting to see this wonderful play they had 
heard so much about, “All On Account of Polly. ,, 

The Class had secured the Riggs Opera house for the play 
and had sold all the seat tickets, “so there was nothing else 
left for them to do, but to sell standing room,” declared one 
member of the class. 

The play consisted of three acts, the scene showing the 
living-room of Mr. and Mrs. Ralph Beverly, society people 
who are trying to keep up an appearance and at the same time 
ward off a financial crash. 

Hugh Carter as “Baldwin Beverly,” their care-free son, 
was the life of the party. He flirted throughout the acts and 
finally fell in love with his father’s ward, “Miss Polly Per¬ 
kins,” whose money retrieves the Beverly fortune and whose 
sweetness of character wins young and old in the play and in 
the audience as well. 

The character of “Polly Perkins” was portrayed by Edith 
Melton. 

Emily Carter and Ray Allen, Rev. Allen’s son, made a 
striking success of their parts as Mr. and Mrs. Ralph Beverly. 
A number of specialties were put on between acts and one of 
the numbers included a vocal selection rendered by Edith 
Melton. 

She found it necessary to respond to an encore, the piano 
accompaniment being played by Emily Carter. 

Her voice was clear and sweet and the general verdict was 
that with a little hard work and study she might hope to reach 
a coveted height on the ladder of fame. 

The play was a great success throughout the whole per¬ 
formance and much credit was due the various characters in 
the commendable way they acted their parts. 

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The Senior Class Play 


In speaking of the play the next morning at breakfast, 
Mr. Melton said: “I don’t know when I have laughed so much, 
as Hugh was a whole circus in my estimation. ’ ’ 

To this remark Edith made no reply, but after breakfast 
she leisurely sauntered into the living-room, seated herself 
at the piano, played and sang snatches of some of her favorite 
songs that were surging through her mind together with the 
contents of a note that lay on her desk upstairs and that must 
be answered immediately. 

“Honestly, I can’t think of a single thing I have done to 
encourage his attitude toward me,” she soliloquized, as the 
contents of the note passed rapidly through her mind. “All 
I hope is, that after he understands the situation he will for¬ 
ever quit thrusting his presence upon me. No use to wait any 
longer, for the quicker it is over with the better I will feel, yet 
I do hope we may at least remain friends. ’ ’ 

So saying she quickly arose, went to her room, read the 
note again, then said, half audibly: ‘It is impossible to grant 
the request. ‘The third time is the charm,’ ” she mechanically 
mused, as she gave the envelope an extra pressure on the seal, 
slipped it into her pocket, and started to the mail box. 

Guy had been watching her from the barn, and in a short 
time found some excuse to wander in the direction of the front 
gate and in passing the mail box he pushed the top back 
sufficiently to see the letter, and with a loud chuckle he said: 
‘ ‘ I thought I was right about it. ’ ’ 

‘ ‘ Guy Melton! what are you doing ? ’ ’ called a voice from 
Edith’s window as he started back to the barn. There was no 
response, except a broad grin on his face and a toss of his cap 
high up in the air, as he hurriedly retraced his steps in the 
direction of the barn. 


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CHAPTER III 


The Skating Party 

H AVING little dreamed, much less thought about going 
with his father on one of his business trips to the city, 
Hugh was all excitement Thursday morning when he left the 
store after his father said: 4 4 This is all the business I have to 
transact with you this morning as I am very busy and too, it 
is time for you to go to school. ’’ 

Mr. Carter’s actions had both astonished and delighted his 
son, for it was so wholly unlike anything he had ever done be¬ 
fore, that Hugh almost fell off the chair, when the statement 
fell from his father’s lips; but, nevertheless, he meant to make 
good use of every minute of his time and the trip would afford 
him untold pleasure. 

The most puzzling feature of the whole affair to the son 
was the expense tied up with such a trip although, thought 
Hugh, as he rapidly strode on toward the Township High 
School: 4 4 1 ’ll wager he has the time and expenses figured to 
the last penny.” 

As he neared the building he gave a shrill whistle which 
occasioned Ray Allen to look back, and in a few minutes the 
two boys were entering together. 

Hugh took time to impart the intelligence of his trip to 
the city to Ray who felt very envious, but at the same time was 
truly thankful Hugh would be out of town for a while. 

It was with a great degree of pleasure that Hugh seized 
the first opportunity to tell Emily, who afterwards informed 


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him she knew all about it and that her mother had been per¬ 
suading her father for the past week to grant this request, but 
only that morning had said: “I have given up all hopes of 
your father taking Hugh with him on this trip.” 

“So it is mother who is responsible for my pleasure,” 
said Hugh, “and it is all so unexpected too that it is almost 
unbelievable. ’ ’ 

The following evening found father and son at the rail¬ 
road station ready to step aboard the eight-thirty P. M. train. 

The next morning after Mrs. Allen had listened very 
attentively to all her son had stated, she said: “Excellent 
work, my boy, you’re getting down to business with a rush 
now, ’ ’ after she had learned all the particulars concerning the 
skating party to be held out at Deacon Jones’ pond that 
evening. 

Stepping over to where her son was seated and laying her 
hand on his shoulder she said: “It is too bad you couldn’t 
have been assigned the leading role in the play, for there is no 
doubt in my mind but what that class play is responsible for 
Grace Moore’s broken heart and Hugh Carter’s profound 
friendship for Edith Melton.” 

“He will be both mad and disappointed when he learns 
about the skating party,” said Ray. 

Ray spent a very busy day, and not until he had seen Mr. 
Melton’s Hudson car parked near the department store in the 
early part of the afternoon, did he succeed in being assured 
that Edith and Guy would attend the party. 

Mrs. Melton had just left the car when he stopped her to 
deliver the invitation saying: “Your phone is out of order, for 
I have tried repeatedly all morning to call Edith.” 

“Yes,” was the reply, “but I will deliver your message.” 

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The afternoon shopping had been completed, the list of 
articles carefully one by one gone over to make sure nothing 
had been omitted as Mrs. Melton sat at the counter in the 
department store waiting for Guy. 

The afternoon was far-spent before he made his appear¬ 
ance as he had been enjoying a good skate with some boys at 
the creek bridge at the outer edge of town. 

After learning of the party to be held that evening and 
that he and Edith were to dine with Emily he fairly made the 
Hudson hum, for Deacon Jones’ pond of glittering ice loomed 
up before his eyes every jump of the way home. 

On reaching home, in his eagerness to impart the news of 
the party and that they were to take dinner with Emily he 
almost forgot to assist his mother with her packages. 

Calling to him to assist her with her bundles Mrs. Melton 
hurried on to the house, but Guy in his haste overtook and 
passed her on the walk and before he got to the door began to 
call to Edith with every breath. 

“Well, Guy, what in the name of common sense is the 
matter with you?” asked Edith. 

With cap and gloves in one hand, cheeks red and rosy 
from the cold biting air he hastily unbuttoned his mackinaw, 
threw it wide open seemingly to afford him more volume of 
speech and then plunged into the full details concerning their 
engagement for the evening and finished by saying, “Now do 
hurry, Edith, or we will be late for dinner.” 

Standing with her arms folded and forcing back a deter¬ 
mined smile at the picture Guy had presented in delivering 
his speech, after he had finished, she said: “This is very un¬ 
expected but nevertheless I won’t disappoint Emily this time.” 

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The Skating Party 


The first visit to the Carter home was one to he long 
remembered, for its spacious rooms, elegant furnishings, artis¬ 
tic paintings together with rich tapestry draperies gave the 
impression of wealth and luxury. 

The dinner hour proved to be a most enjoyable occasion 
after which everything was hurry and bustle, getting skates 
adjusted and making ready to start to the pond. 

Mrs. Carter, like all natural mothers, admonished the 
children to be very careful as the pond would afford an ideal 
place for someone to get a broken limb or head. 

Wonderful night! It was one of those nights when the 
moon is at its best, and adds its part to the gaiety of the 
occasion, by shedding an abundance of radiant light on the 
scene. 

“Just an ideal evening for this party,” declared Ray 
Allen as he was fastening Edith’s skates on for her. When 
she was free she turned to him and said: ‘ ‘ How did it happen 
that the party was given tonight and who was it that first 
proposed it ? ” 

Continuing she said: “It is too bad that all the class 
members couldn’t be present.” 

He waited a few moments, then said: “The ice is in per¬ 
fect condition and too the moon affords so much light we 
thought it an ideal evening for the occasion.” 

It must have been something near ten o’clock when Mrs. 
Carter heard someone open the front door and on going to the 
head of the stairs she discovered Hugh standing in the hall 
below. 

“Son, how does this come? I thought you weren’t to 
return until tomorrow evening?” 

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“Oh, well! you know Dad, so after he had finished his 
buying, he became restless and said he thought we ought to 
come home as he could save quite a little hotel bill. 

“Mother, tell Emily to come down, I have something for 
her.” 

‘ ‘ Oh you know your class has a skating party tonight at 
Deacon Jones’ pond, just north of town, and she and Edith 
and Guy have gone.” 

‘ ‘ Edith and Guy ? How did she come to go with them ? ’ 9 

“They were here for dinner this evening and then all 
went together. ’ ’ 

“Well, mother, what else has happened since I left 
home?” Without waiting for an answer he passed her in the 
hall, ran to the attic to get his skates and was soon out of 
hearing. 

He ran the car out, jumped in and headed it toward the 
pond and was soon on the scene of action. He thought he 
had never heard a bunch of young people make so much noise 
in all his life, and judging from the amount of laughter and 
noise they were surely having a fine time. 

His first thoughts were of Edith and to enjoy a good skate 
with her, but on nearing the pond he saw her at the farther 
end skating with Ray Allen. This made him perfectly 
furious and his first impulse was to walk straight up to them 
and ask her to skate with him. 

After re-consideration he thought that would never do, for 
it would make her think no more of him and perhaps a great 
deal less, for no gentleman could afford to do an act like this 
and he must prove himself to be a gentleman at all hazards. 

Having driven up almost unobserved by the skaters (ex¬ 
cept Ray Allen who thought he knew the old familiar hum of 


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The Skating Party 


the motor but who said nothing), he stole softly away and 
turned his car toward town. He drove around for some little 
time trying to cool his aching brain, for it surely cut him 
deeply to see someone else occupying that coveted place by 
her side. 

Finally, he bethought himself to do a little detective work 
so driving back in the direction of said pond, and stopping at 
some remote distance in a secluded spot he waited for the 
party to break up to see if the Parson’s son would take Edith 
home. 

He didn’t have to wait long to gain the bit of information 
he was seeking, for it was not long until the party broke up 
and all started for home. 

He could see plainly from the lonely shaded spot Emily 
enter the coupe with Guy, and Edith in company with Ray 
enter Rev. Allen’s Ford touring car. ‘ ‘ This is enough to make 
a fellow desperate and commit some irrational deed, but I’ve 
always heard: ‘ When the cat is away the mice will play. ’ So 
she thinks I will never know about this, and, too, I rather 
guess Meltons would be in favor of young Allen as he is the 
preacher’s son and a goody, goody Sunday-school boy.” With 
all this passing through his mind he cut across an alley, got 
home ahead of Emily and hurried up to his room. 

It was a very cold night and his hands were numb, yet 
not heeding his discomfort and without removing his overcoat 
he knelt by his window, which had been raised a trifle, in order 
to hear what might be said, and waited for the skaters to 
return. 

Guy and Emily arrived first, then in a short time Ray 
Allen parked his car alongside of the Melton coupe. 

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The Unconscious Influence 


By this time Hugh’s heart was beating so loudly, caused 
by the excitement of the occasion, that he did wonder if he 
could stand to witness the scene if Edith should drive away 
with young Allen. Presently he leaned calmly back against 
a chair, drew a long profound sigh and felt a hundred per 
cent better after he heard Edith say “I’m going back with 
Guy.” 

These were the last words he heard uttered and in a 
moment she had entered the coupe, the door swung to and it 
sped away. 

All nightmares have an end, so this one came to an end 
with the announcement of Emily’s footsteps on the stairs. 

Hugh noiselessly drew himself up after he heard Emily 
close her door, removed his overcoat, drew his chair over to the 
radiator, lighted a cigar and smoked with as much ease and 
comfort as the Indian smoked his pipe of peace. 

“Her heart shows her choice,” he soliloquized, as he sat 
thinking over the little moonlight movie that he had just wit¬ 
nessed outside his window and the beautiful girlish figure that 
had acted so quickly in compliance with the emphatic state¬ 
ment that had fallen from her lips. 

To Edith this evening had been anything but a pleasure, 
as she vividly recalled the angered expression on Ray’s face 
when he said: “You have been influenced by Hugh Carter, but 
you will live to see the day when you will have cause to regret 
your attitude toward me. I imagine he dictated the contents 
of the note I received from you. If so, I will see that he will 
be rewarded for his ingenious wit. ’ ’ 

The meaning of his words together with the angered ex¬ 
pression all wearied her, and she remained so silent that at 
length Guy said: “You don’t act as if you had gone skating,” 

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The Skating Party 


and before Edith had time to answer he said: “Did you see a 
car drive up to the pond and in a few minutes drive away?” 

“No, who was it, Guy?” 

“I don’t know but I heard someone say they thought it 
was Hugh Carter.” 

“Nonsense, Guy, it couldn’t have been him for they 
aren’t expected home until tomorrow evening.” 

The mysterious car and its occupant at the pond would 
remain a mystery to the merry skaters, although Ray Allen 
seemed very much pleased that the driver decided not to park 
his car and form one of the company. 


[ 31 ] 


CHAPTER IV 


The Sale 

A FTER the discouraging experience of the previous 
night, but after all ended in a very commendable 
manner, a sound of steps in the hall after the quick opening 
and closing of a door, together with the low humming of an 
old familiar Scotch ballad, announced to Emily, the follow¬ 
ing morning her brother’s return. 

When he entered the breakfast room where the family 
had assembled, she said: “Well! what are you doing here?” 

He shrugged his shoulders, stepped to her side and 
replied by saying: “Who has a better right to occupy this 
place?” then instantly seated himself at the table. 

“You should have been here for the party last night,” 
said Emily, as she so willingly plunged into the details and 
vividly described all the gaiety connected with it until Hugh 
interrupted by saying: “Oh! you make me feel like a 
pugilist.” 

“Why so?” asked his sister. 

“Because I feel like the fighter who has received the 
knockout, been picked up and helped totter to the corner 
of safety after the time-keeper has counted the first ten 
digits over his avoirdupois. The party is over,” he slowly 
mused. 

It never occurred to her to inquire, as to the time her 
brother returned, and lucky it was for all concerned, as no 
member of the family had any intention of divulging the 

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The Sale 


secret and to this day, she doesn’t know her brother was a 
spectator at the pond. 

It wasn’t from her own inclination, or a mere sense of 
duty, that Emily hurriedly dressed herself and soon ap¬ 
peared in the hall below, waiting for the two younger 
children, but only that she had made a promise and she 
meant to keep it, while she listened to the church bells, 
which could be heard so distinctly, calling the people to the 
house of worship. 

‘ 4 Well! hello Sis, who are you waiting for, and where 
are you going?” said Hugh. 

“I am waiting for the children as we are going to 
Sunday school this morning, for I promised Edith I would 
come today.” 

“I might have gone too, had I been invited,” remarked 
Hugh. 

“Oh do come, please do,” pleaded Emily. 

“No, not today, but I expect to start real soon,” was the 
answer in tones that showed a vague tendency to yield, with 
a little more persuasion on the part of Emily. 

Once again in his room, he lived over again the picture 
of the night before. He wondered what Edith would say if 
he told her. But he had no intention of telling her. 

The sight of his dresser, filled up with the contents of 
his traveling bag, presented an untidy appearance as he 
knotted his tie, and a few moments later, went down the 
walk toward town. 

He had a feeling his walk was for some purpose, toward 
some objective, which he looked forward to with a certain 
excitement. But what that objective was he didn’t know, 
for his walk ended before it materialized. 


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The Unconscious Influence 


He strolled around the square, noticed particularly the 
show window of his father’s store, which displayed a beauti¬ 
ful painting, done in rich blue-green, and heavy violet- 
lavender shadows. “I mean to have it,” he uttered as he 
turned away, looked at his watch, then started in the direc¬ 
tion of the church around the corner, just in time to meet 
Emily and the children about a block away. 

The congregation had dispersed, the cars were hurrying 
here and there, as he realized with a sense of regret how 
quickly the time had flown, and mused: “You’re too slow,” 
then reluctantly retraced his steps. 

The main conversationalist during the dinner hour, was 
Emily, who chatted away, describing all the pretty gowns 
she had seen at church, then dwelt on the rendition of 
Edith’s selection and wound up by saying: “I was surprised 
to see so many at church, the majority I imagine was at¬ 
tracted by a desire to hear Edith sing.” 

To what extent might the unconscious influence of Edith 
Melton contain a prediction of the future, was unanswerable 
at this time; however, certain members of the family were 
contemplating the thought of being attracted in the new 
channel that Emily had just chosen. 

“I was thinking about this sale the other day,” ob¬ 
served Mr. Carter a few evenings later, after he had read in 
the Yorkville Citizen the announcement of Mr. Melton’s semi¬ 
annual thoroughbred hog sale, of February seventh. 

“I have never attended one of these sales, so if the 
weather permits and business isn’t too rushing at the store 
I think I will drive out for awhile.” 


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The Sale 


He continued by saying: “I have heard someone say, 
this is to be the largest one he has ever held and he is offer¬ 
ing at this time some exceptionally fine hogs.” 

He then laid his paper on the table, entered into further 
conversation regarding the sale at which time he learned 
Mr. Melton was expecting buyers from many distant points 
and among them would be Mr. Walker of Illinois who had 
been a splendid buyer at the sales for several years. 

“Oh! yes,” interrupted Emily, “and Mrs. Walker is 
coming too; Edith told me the other day they had received 
a message to this effect sometime ago.” 

After a day filled with long hours of hard work had 
come to an end a few evenings after this, Mr. Melton re¬ 
marked: “I am afraid I’m going to be disappointed after 
the sale. ’ ’ 

“Why David, why do you talk this way?” asked his 
wife. 

“Just because money is scarce; so looking at it from a 
reasonable standpoint, I know they won’t bring as much as 
they have at previous sales. I have been figuring on this 
one for some time, have worn the point off my pencil no few 
times, but I see it doesn’t either increase or diminish its 
receipts one penny, so I have decided to wait and learn what 
the results will be.” 

“David, that sounds like a more sensible man; besides 
I think it high time for you to stop and count your bless¬ 
ings.” 

“ Oh! yes I know all this is true, and I give it due con¬ 
sideration, yet at the same time I am thinking of Edith and 
what it means in a financial way, when she goes to Chicago.” 

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The Unconscious Influence 


“Oh! David, wait just a moment, I want to tell you 
what Edith’s old professor said to me the other day. He 
said he had written that French instructor in Chicago and 
was expecting an answer immediately. He still maintains 
we could do no better than have her finish under his 
supervision.” 

“Well, mother, I am tired and am going to retire, as my 
old bones fairly ache. I think every time I hold one of these 
sales it will be the last, for there is so much hard work con¬ 
nected with them, but somehow I dread the thought of 
parting with my hogs, as I have been in the business so long, 
it has become a second nature to me. You must come out to 
the pens tomorrow to see them, as they are as fine a bunch, 
if not finer, than any I have ever owned.” 

Without further remarks he slowly ascended the stairs 
to his room. 

It was only the next afternoon that Hugh seized an 
opportunity to hold an audience with Edith, when she and 
Emily started down the walk after school, as she motioned 
for Guy to drive on. 

It may be easily assumed that Hugh Carter understood 
himself better than most young men do, nevertheless he knew 
exactly what he wanted to do and did it. He hurriedly ap¬ 
proached the young ladies, while he experienced pleasant and 
congenial feelings. 

“Why didn’t you wait for me?” called Janet Wilson, 
as she ran up all out of breath, gave Emily a jerk on the 
coat sleeve that occasioned her to step back, at which any¬ 
thing but an unpleasant sanction crept over Hugh, and a few 
moments later said: “Edith, did you enjoy the skating 
party?” 


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Tine Sale 


“Oh! yes, I suppose I did. It was too bad you were out 
of town, for Emily said you would be disappointed when 
you learned about it.” 

“Now, Edith, if I ask you a question will you answer 
me truthfully?” 

“I will if I can.” 

“Well! tell me if young Allen took you home that even- 
mg.” j I 

“No, he wanted to, but I told him: ‘I am going back 
with Guy.’ ” 

“I have a terrible suspicion that the party was given on 
this particular evening, wholly on account of my absence 
from home,” said Hugh very pointedly. 

With searching eyes that expressed a strong determina¬ 
tion she turned to him and said: “Had I known his deep 
incentive, I should have remained at home.” 

When they reached the post office they were met face to 
face by Hugh's father, who recognized their presence with 
a bow, slightly raised his hat and passed on. 

The following Sunday morning, the sun shone out 
through air filled with cold biting frost that gave to one and 
all an invigorating spirit of which we are so susceptible, on 
a clear, cold winter day. 

“Did he really mean he would come? There was a tint 
of coloring to his remarks when he said: ‘I will freely grant 
anything you desire.' ” Thus were Edith's thoughts as she 
hurriedly entered the church and took her accustomed place 
in the choir. 

Once or twice she glanced over the audience, and every 
time she did her eyes met the expression of two handsome 

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The Unconscious Influence 

deep blue eyes, by the right of possession belonging to 
Hugh Carter. 

She couldn’t tell why, but her voice floated over the 
auditorium with much more power of volume than ever 
before, and too, the sermon was in keeping with the beauty 
of the day, or was it because she felt a deeper, keener inter¬ 
est in the sermon today? This she couldn’t determine. 

‘ ‘ This is the finest letter I have ever received from Robert 
and I mean to follow his advice, for by so doing I know I 
will meet with nothing but success in the end. Especially, 
do I like to linger on the lines where he tells me: ‘The prize 
is worthy of the trial.’ Am indeed sorry to learn his lady 
friend is critically ill, but do hope she will recover.” These 
were the thoughts that had preoccupied Hugh’s mind for 
some little time in the afternoon as he sat in his room, hold¬ 
ing Robert’s letter in his hand after reading it,—then con¬ 
soled himself by devoting the remainder of the afternoon in 
letter writing. 

“It’s all due to that little girl I heard sing this morning. 
Don’t know how he will feel about it. Little I dreamed that 
a girl could turn my head so completely. But of course you 
never can tell what a girl can do,” he soliloquized as he 
stood with his hands thrust deep into his pockets, after the 
letter had been finished and sealed, ready to start on its 
journey. He then went over to his table, picked up one of 
the sale bills, read it and said: “More than once I wished I 
could attend it, but if I can’t,—I can’t, that’s all.” He went 
directly to the living room, where he found Emily snugly 
wrapped in a beautiful lounging robe, fast asleep. 

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“Why don’t you wake up? Where are all the rest of 
the family?” said Hugh, as he gave her a second little shake 
before she made any attempt to answer him. 

Straightening herself up and rubbing her eyes in a half 
dazed manner, she said: “Oh! I don’t know where they are, 
unless they have driven out to Mr. Melton’s, for the last 
thing I heard Dad say to mother was: ‘Do you want to drive 
out to see the hogs this afternoon?’ ” 

Going over to the window, and lifting the curtain to one 
side, Hugh said: “Well! they’ve gone. The garage door is 
open and the car is gone.” 

“In just about twenty-four hours, the sale will be under 
good headway,” said Mr. Melton Monday, after he had 
examined the morning mail, that contained many letters and 
cards. Among them, was a card from the Walkers, saying, 
they would arrive at eight forty-five o’clock that evening. 

The tedium of a long day filled with hours of hard work 
came to an end, when a glorious full moon broke through a 
rift in the clouds, looked down upon “Quiet Dale Farm,” 
that stood in the shadow of tall locust trees, where bright 
light from the windows showed that it was the pleasant 
abode of peace and comfort. 

“The swift flying clouds are a good indication of a 
storm or change in the weather,” remarked Mr. Melton as 
he arose from the couch, where he had enjoyed a short period 
of rest. 

After consulting the timepiece that had performed faith¬ 
ful service for many, many years, he said: “My nerves seem 
more steady after this rest so I think I can insure you safety 
in driving the car to meet the Walkers. Mother, you must 

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hurry as it is almost time for the train,” he added, as he 
went to the garage. 

Contrary to Mr. Melton’s prediction of the previous 
evening, the following morning was an ideal day for the 
sale, and the immense crowd that thronged the big sale barn, 
spoke only too well of the quality and type of the hogs to be 
offered at this time. 

Much spirited bidding was manifested when the hogs 
were driven into the sale ring, as the buyers were eager to 
purchase some of Mr. Melton’s fancy type. 

Mr. Walker succeeded in securing several of the best that 
were offered at a fabulous price, which aroused the curiosity 
of no few local residents, among them being Mr. Carter, 
eager to learn who he was and where he was from. 

After the sale and in discussing its success Mr* Melton 
said: “I believe everybody was hog-hungry for they sold far 
beyond my greatest expectations.” 

“Well, Mr. Melton, that isn’t a bad feature of the sale, 
is it?” asked Mr. Walker. 

His face displaying a serene smile, Mr. Melton continued 
his remarks and said: “What a load has been lifted from my 
shoulders today! Tonight I can lie down and enjoy a much 
better sleep than I have had for some time.” 

Mr. Carter who had been standing within reasonable 
distance and had heard the foregoing remarks, seemed deeply 
interested, with a strong desire to obtain the total receipts 
of the sale. 

“Ido wish you could have heard Edith and Mrs. Walker 
sing, as she too is a talented lady, and possesses one of those 
deep contralto voices, so you may readily imagine with what 
harmony the two voices blended,” said Mrs. Carter when 

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she returned home, where she was met by Emily who asked 
numberless questions concerning the sale, and especially was 
she curious about the cultured little lady from Illinois. 

After listening very attentively while his father related 
some of the incidents connected with the exciting buyers, 
Hugh said: I wouldn’t mind to be in the hog business my¬ 
self: just see how much money you can make, in such a 
short time.” 

“Yes, but my son, do you stop to consider how much 
time and labor it has required to obtain these satisfactory 
results? These things require a great amount of hard work 
and time. They aren’t like a mushroom, come to us in one 
night.” 

Continuing, the father said: “I understand they are 
going to send Edith to Chicago this fall to finish her music; 
if so, that will demand no small amount of money.” 

Turning instantly, and riveting his eyes on Emily, Hugh 
said: “Did you know she was going?” 

“Yes, they have friends in Chicago she is going to stay 
with, and I believe the name is Jackson.” 

“Oh! I know who they are,” interrupted Mrs. Carter. 
“Mrs. Jackson and Edith’s mother were schoolmates and 
very dear friends, and I think Mr. Jackson is a noted lawyer. 
Am I right about it, Joe?” 

“Yes, you are quite right.” 

“We have spent a most enjoyable day; am indeed glad 
the Lord has so abundantly prospered you,” said Rev. Allen 
to Mr. Melton the latter part of the week, preparatory to the 
departure after he and his wife had spent the day at “Quiet 
Dale Farm.” No few times during the day had Mrs. Allen 
tried to force a conversation with her hostess that would em- 


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brace a subject pertaining to her son and his profound admira¬ 
tion for Edith, but each and every time she had met with a 
rebuttal. 

With a twinge of bitter hatred burning in her heart, 
needless to say, she had to return home with no favorable 
message to console Ray’s revengeful heart. 


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CHAPTER Y 


An Enemy’s Plot 

T HE RESULTS were Ray had stored away in his mind not 
only a few hut many, desultory thoughts, but the one most 
predominating and lingering was, that when the opportunity 
presented itself, he was thoroughly convinced he would be 
ready for quick action. 

Unlike most ministers ’ sons he was almost void of honor in 
his own town, his classmates were not favorably impressed with 
his continuous ungentlemanly behavior and unscrupulous 
principles. Listening attentively to the dictates of a con¬ 
science that was ready at any instant to yield in defiance of 
the law, he had fully decided a very fitting conjuncture had 
arrived for him to put into operation his formulated plans, 
the morning following his parents ’ visit with the Meltons. 

“Now, if Grace will keep her promise, as she has promised 
she would (although she is so fickle, one scarcely knows whe¬ 
ther or not to place any confidence in her), my scheme will 
work out all right and in the end I hope to see the desired 
results.’’ These were his thoughts as he hastily tripped up the 
steps at the Moore residence Saturday afternoon, gave the 
button at the door a quick push that occasioned Grace to 
answer its summons, and when informed she was all alone, he 
entered, seated himself and for a few thoughtful seconds, lis¬ 
tened to the loud beating of his heart, occasioned by the 
excitement of the occasion. 


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The courage, the faith, he had once had in himself had 
almost forsaken him, and for an instant he dared not raise his 
head, but finally mastered his courage sufficiently to say: 
“Here I am, Grace, ready for the job.” 

She flitted around the room for some little time, darting 
here and there, then settling herself near him, her keen eyes 
riveted on the slip of paper she held in her hand, that con¬ 
tained the wording of a missive that was soon to be sent on 
its mission, heard Ray say after she had finished: ‘ ‘ That is a 
splendid piece of head work.” 

Nearly an hour later it had been deposited in the post 
office, after Ray had tried to write a fac-simile of Hugh Car¬ 
ter ’s penmanship which read as follows: 

My Dear Miss Melton : 

After due and thoughtful consideration, I deem 
it my duty to pen you these lines. During the past 
few months our friendship has been gradually de¬ 
veloping into what some might term a love affair, 
and for fear you might mistake it in this manner, I 
deem it advisable that we discontinue this warm 
friendship as you doubtless know I have another very 
dear and charming friend. 

Now hoping you will not misjudge nor mis¬ 
understand me, I am 

Yours Respectfully 
Hugh Carter. 

The general routine of work, without any interruption, 
continued both at school and home, and not until after the 
rural mail carrier had made his regular delivery Monday, was 

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there any cause for any unusual worry on the part of any one. 

Grace and Ray had spent many long, weary hours of 
anxious waiting, in order to learn what the fruits of their mean 
deceptive work would bring forth. 

“Any letters, David?” asked Mrs. Melton, as her husband 
opened the door, laid the morning mail on a nearby chair, then 
started down the walk. 

“Yes, we have a card from the Walkers, and there is a 
letter for Edith,” she heard him say as he walked away. 

“I have had a foreboding ever since the class play, that 
things would terminate in this manner,” said Edith’s mother 
as she held the letter in her hand, carefully examining the 
bold, legible script of the envelope; then mused as she laid it 
on the table to await its owner’s return, “Edith must act 
sensible in this matter for much depends on these last few 
months of school.” 

In the early evening twilight, seated near the window 
where dainty white curtains had been carelessly thrown to one 
side, head resting against the window casement, hands firmly 
clenched, Edith had sat for some little time, trying hard to 
control her feelings, after having fully caught the meaning of 
the letter that lay on the floor at her feet. 

Somehow she managed to conceal her feelings when she 
descended the stairs, fully determined to elude all suspicion of 
the effects that the letter had caused her to suffer. 

But no sooner had she made her appearance in the dining¬ 
room where an appetizing meal awaited her than she was met 
by her mother who said: “Edith, who was your letter from?” 

‘ ‘ Hugh, ’ ’ was the response. 

Hesitant about mentioning its contents the mother said: 
“Hope my little daughter acts wisely in this matter.” 

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Disinclined to disclose the purpose of the letter she at once 
sanctioned her mother’s advice by saying: “Never fear, I have 
decided to be a complaisant old maid,” and with a little toss 
of her proud head she softly glided out of the room, and when 
she returned she said: “Sure, I meant every word of it.” 

“Well, well,” cried Guy in tones of delight; “always to 
be Miss Melton.” 

Again, in her room later in the evening with tear dimmed 
eyes she read and re-read the letter, gave it a toss in the direc¬ 
tion of her dressing table and said: “I thought his composi¬ 
tion consisted of better material than this. ’ ’ 

Fully deciding she could rest more peacefully if she 
acknowledged its receipt she wrote as follows: 

Mr. Hugh Carter: 

Your letter just received and I assure you your 
request meets with my approval and at once we will 
discontinue our friendship and acquaintance. 

However, may I say to you, continue in the way 
you have just started and perhaps you may have 
some influence for good over this friend you have 
mentioned. 

Wishing you nothing but happiness and success, 

I am 

Edith Janet Melton. 

Having arrived somewhat earlier than usual Ray pos¬ 
sessed a curious inclination to stroll for awhile around the 
school campus, watching the some half dozen or more who had 
arrived, engaged in pleasant conversation as they neared the 
door of welcome, but not until after he saw Edith and Guy 
approach did he feel an incentive to make a hurried entry. 

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Quickening his pace he soon overtook them, the door 
responded to his strong muscular power, at which Edith en¬ 
tered, and without the slightest inclination to engage in con¬ 
versation she quickly withdrew to her room. 

As may readily be imagined she spent long weary hours 
that morning. Hugh she saw only once or twice and scarcely 
gave him a second glance. At intervals the blood would mount 
to the surface of her face, which kept her in constant jeopardy 
lest her telltale feelings would betray her. 

At all events Ray felt much encouraged that his work had 
had the desired effect, as he noted the expression of Edith’s 
countenance together with the non-interest she manifested in 
lessons: these helped further his already jubilant mood. 

Now comes the time when victim number two is to have 
his share of the worry. 

All the members of the family had assembled themselves 
at the table except Hugh. Mr. Carter had begun serving the 
plates, when he glanced in the direction of the hall where 
Hugh was standing, hurriedly reading and at the same time 
trying in a dazed manner to catch the meaning of the contents 
of a letter he had just received, when his father said: “Aren’t 
you going to lunch with us today ? ’ ’ 

‘ ‘ No, ’ ’ was the answer; then the sound of a gently closed 
door, steps on the walk and only a slight glimpse was caught 
as Hugh hurried away. 

“Strange indeed are Hugh’s actions, and the letter must 
be wholly responsible,” declared Mr. Carter as he finished the 
serving, during which interval the savory odor of the food 
could in no way bring back the lost appetite. 

With jaws firmly set, pained expression on his face Hugh 
had walked for some time, and before he was aware, had 

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reached the country roadside. On and on he walked until he 
reached a by-road that led to a little log hut, that had long 
since been abandoned as a dwelling place but now served in 
the capacity of store house for machinery. 

With not a vestige in sight of any living mortal he sat 
down on the old stone near the door, took off his cap, mopped 
his face, then read the letter again. 

Straightening himself up, with fists tightly clenched he 
said: ‘ 4 This is foul play and I will have revenge.” 

Hour after hour the little clock on the mantel announced 
the time of the afternoon, and not until after Emily came home 
from school did the parents have cause for alarm concerning 
their son, and his strange actions. 

The human mind plays its cards quickly, at a conjuncture 
like this, so there wasn’t a word of disapproval uttered when 
Mrs. Carter called her husband home from the store, ordered 
him to take the car and go in quest of their son whom they 
knew nothing about. 

Mr. Carter traveled every road in and near Yorkville for 
nearly two hours and yet not a glimpse had he caught of Hugh. 

Twilight was deepening, and oh how he dreaded the 
thought of returning with no information that could in any 
way lead to his whereabouts. 

At last agitated in mind he decided to return and just 
as he approached the creek bridge at the outer edge of town, 
he was halted by a call which came from the banks of the 
creek. Instantly, the car was brought to a standstill and there 
he saw Hugh sitting on a log, weary and tired, seeking a ride 
with someone into town. 

“Is that you, Hugh?” demanded his father. 

“Yes, Dad, and I am very tired.” 


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1 ‘ Get in this car instantly and tell me who that letter was 
from and what it contained as it is responsible for all my worry 
and useless driving for the last two hours, much less to say 
nothing about the whole household being turned upside down 
in regard to its mental foundation. ’ ’ 

Hugh willingly complied with his father’s orders and at 
dinner satisfied a ravenous appetite as not a morsel of food 
had passed his lips since breakfast. 

After having laid bare the real truth concerning the letter, 
by permitting his mother to read for herself, he then spent a 
very pleasant evening with Professor Pennway and returned 
home, feeling quite sure he had struck the right key to help 
unlock the mystifying letter. 

The following afternoon the members of the Senior class 
spent some little time in letter writing; these letters were after¬ 
ward delivered to the professor. 


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CHAPTER VI 


Entrapped 


S THE weeks advanced, Ray saw with triumph that his 



1Y deceptive work was telling as he had been sure it was 
bound to do. 

It was exactly the thing he had been wont to enjoy— 
the saddened expression of Edith’s countenance when she 
chanced to be thrown in contact with Hugh, together with 
the unconcerned attitude of Hugh, furnished no small 
amount of solace for his wicked heart. 

Hugh was seldom seen at the church around the corner, 
where he had enjoyed many times the sweet voice of her who 
now to him was nothing more than a mere passing acquain¬ 
tance. This too, helped further, the satisfactory thoughts of 
Ray and strengthened his advanced idea of becoming, in the 
near future, a very dear friend of Miss Melton’s. 

Nevertheless, things were gradually drifting along in 
channels that occasioned a sort of sweet peaceful smile to 
flit across Hugh’s face at times, which he managed so well to 
conceal, both from Edith and his bitter enemy. However, 
he was applying himself at school, making good use of every 
moment of his time, for his instructor had encouraged him 
no little when he said: “He could now see the finished pro¬ 
duct in the end.” 

Professor Pennway was one of those big hearted instruc¬ 
tors with an abundance of jolly good feeling that won for 
him many friends and the esteem of all who knew him. He 


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possessed a very keen eye of perception, and was endowed 
with an unusual amount of self-confidence which had been 
a great source of service to him throughout his professional 
life. 

When once he made up his mind to accomplish a thing 
he generally met with success as he lent all his energies to 
that effect. 

Just recently, with a very deep purpose in view, he had 
conducted a very rigid test of penmanship with the members 
of the Senior class, which furnished him with the desired 
material he had been seeking for some time to serve as 
sufficient evidence in his case. 

It was on Thursday afternoon, some time after this, 
that the professor requested Ray to stop at the office after 
the dismissal hour. 

Up until now, Ray had been in an unusually happy mood; 
always whistling or singing some lythe little ditty. 

The young man who had preceded him to the office was 
seated at the desk, leisurely looking through a magazine, 
when his attention was arrested by “Whistling Ray” as he 
called him, who came down the hall to the office. 

On entering, to his great astonishment he encountered 
Hugh, who scarcely recognized his entrance. The professor 
soon made his appearance and with his usually pleasing 
countenance, which was a part of his general composition 
said: “I have a little business to transact with you two 
gentlemen, hut I will endeavor to make it as brief as pos¬ 
sible.” 

Ray had been caught in a trap and at once dropped his 
head and began nervously to pull at the buttons on his coat. 


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‘‘Ray,” said the professor, “this little affair is some¬ 
what unpleasant; nevertheless, I think the sooner it is settled 
the better for all concerned.” Holding an empty envelope 
directly in front of Ray’s face he said: “Did you ever see 
this envelope?” 

Before Ray could answer, the professor continued by 
saying: “-There is no doubt in my mind but what you have; 
now did you, or did you not? This is a chance for you to 
establish your innocence if you are not guilty.” 

By this time Ray’s face was almost purple with shame: 
“a guilty conscience needs no accuser.” 

After some moments of unbroken silence, at length the 
professor said: “I demand of you a definite answer.” 

Finally, with a great degree of humiliation and hidden 
anger, he said: “I guess I have.” 

“What purpose had you in doing such an ungentle- 
manly act? Had Mr. Carter given you permission to use 
his name?” 

“No,” said Ray. 

“Well, do you not know where people who stoop to 
acts of low descension, finally have their ending ? 

“It certainly is a sad state of affairs to know that one of 
the members of my Senior class of which I am so proud, would 
be guilty of any such actions. ’ ’ 

Ray could not lift his head but sat with downcast eyes, 
and was to the two who looked on, an object of pity. 

After some hesitancy and wishing to clear himself of the 
act, as it is always easy to place the blame on the shoulders of 
some one else, especially if they are absent, Ray finally said: 
“Grace Moore was the real perpetrator of the deed and has 
been the instrument of my guilt in writing this letter.” 

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His professor then spoke to him about his associates, and 
their unconscious influence upon others and said: “We get out 
of this world just what we put into it, so if you are going to get 
much out it, you will have to deposit different material to 
this. ’* 

“Now if you will ask Mr. Carter to forgive you, and 
promise me this will put an end to all such work as this, we 
can take you by the hand and promise you we will say nothing 
further about it.” 

With voice trembling and a great degree of shame he 
asked them as best he could to forgive him. 

Hugh walked up to him, took him by the hand: “Ray, 
you may thank Professor Pennway that the several members 
of your body are all in good working order, for I had promised 
myself to give you a genuine good flogging and in the wind up, 
a pair of black eyes to carry as a remembrance from me. 

“But now, I see my folly as this is much the better way 
to settle the matter, so henceforth, be a man . 1 ’ 

The two young men were then excused, each going in 
separate directions; one feeling that the future looked brighter 
and more promising and the other filled with the burning dis¬ 
grace of his own guilt, and that he had been entrapped by his 
own web. 

In a way it was a hard matter for Hugh to dismiss from 
his mind the thought of giving Ray Allen a sound thrashing, 
for he felt he could derive much satisfaction from the gratify¬ 
ing act. 

It was a daily custom of his to stop at the post office 
enroute home, for the mail of the afternoon, and just as he was 
in the act of entering, he met Ray making his exit; neither 

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recognized their acquaintance and merely passed without the 
slightest notice of either’s appearance. 

Ray was so furious that by the time he reached home, he 
was almost ready to explode with anger, providing his father 
was absent — but to his astonishment he had to face another 
trying ordeal. 

“Ray,” said his father as he entered, “I have been exam¬ 
ining your report card and I find you are falling way behind in 
your grades, and too, your deportment is very, very poor, so I 
would like an explanation from you. Are you filling your head 
with nonsense instead of knowledge ? ’ ’ 

Ray replied, he did not know what the trouble was, unless 
he had acquired so much dislike and contempt for Professor 
Pennway, that he didn’t care if he learned or not. 

“Well, what seems to be the trouble with your professor? 
I have never heard one word of complaint from anyone?” 

“Oh! I can tell you, if you must know, ’’ said his wife, “he 
has a few special pets that he lavishes all his time and skill on, 
and he has no use whatever for our son, so I have been told, so 
this is why the boy doesn’t make good in school.” 

“Oh! I see,” said the father, “perhaps I had best call 
on him and learn the nature of the situation, and why it is he 
has taken such a dislike to our son. ’ ’ 

“Oh, no, no,” said Ray, “it is all right with me as it is 
mutual, for I care so little for him.” 

“Yes, but my son, there must be some reason back of all 
this, as it is so unnatural for a man to take such a dislike to 
one of his pupils without some good cause. ’ ’ 

“Well, he has no reason for such an attitude toward me,” 
said Ray, but never looking in the direction of his father. 
However, when the opportunity presented itself, he said to his 

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mother: * ‘ I guess I had best be a little more studious, or some 
of my mischief may reach the parson’s ears.” 

Too, he had had to confess his guilt, that evening, and 
this only increased his bitter hatred for Hugh and he declared 
he would be revenged the very first time an opportunity would 
present itself. 

It was after dinner of the same evening, that Hugh lived 
over again the sensational feelings of the little episode that 
took place at the office, as he vividly gave Emily the full par¬ 
ticulars of what transpired between the trio: and he finished 
by saying: “He must answer Robert’s 1 letter.’ ” 

“Aren’t you going to tell Edith all about it, and expose 
the guilty culprit?” said Emily as he arose to leave the room. 

“No, not at present.” 

“Well, I am not trying to inquire into your affairs, Hugh. 
It’s none of my business — that I know. But I just wanted 
to say that it seems to me it’s time for you to establish your¬ 
self with her, and not be living under a false accusation any 
longer. ’ ’ 

“You’ve expressed my sentiment exactly, and perhaps 
young Allen will not feel as though he has made such a striking 
success of his work after he learns that Edith has been in¬ 
formed of the true state of affairs. ’ ’ 

It was at this point in the conversation that he became as 
breathless with excitement as one who comes to the last excit¬ 
ing scene of a movie. 

Seated at his writing desk, frequently passing his fingers 
through his hair, leaning with his head resting on his left 
hand, he sat for some time musing on the past, and the whole 
situation of the suspense of the future, with no clue whatever 
of how it would all end. Yet he welcomed the introduction of 


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brilliant and pleasing thoughts — several times he picked up 
his pen to write but each time let it drop from his hand. 

He found it difficult for the first time to know just how to 
pen his thoughts to Robert. 

Robert, too, had had his share of trouble as his friend had 
passed away some time ago, and in his last communication he 
stated: “He expected to visit his grandmother in the near 
future. ’ ’ It was very evident that Hugh welcomed this intelli¬ 
gence for he longed to spend many hours with him, relating 
the ups and downs he had had to experience during the last 
few months. 

Nevertheless, he somehow managed to write him a very 
interesting letter, and finished by saying: “ Be sure and make 
your visit at your earliest convenience. ’ ’ 

With a lighted cigar lying on his desk, and which he 
occasionally lifted to his mouth, gave a long draught and 
watched the smoke as it slowly disappeared in the room, he 
rocked to and fro in a semi-frenzied state of mind until all at 
once as quick as a flash, he softly said: “You bet, I am going 
to accept your advice, Emily.’’ 

With a sigh of relief he had fully decided his fate should 
no longer hang on the fence, and, fall which way it would, it 
should be decided at once. 

Upon her return from school a short time after this 
Edith’s mother delivered to her a letter. 

She was tired and worn by the day’s hard lessons, but the 
weather in a measure was responsible for her feelings as the 
rain had been falling all day and the air was filled with a damp 
chilly feeling, that makes us eager to turn on the lights in the 
early evening, and lower the shades in order to shut out the 
gloom of the outside. 


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So her mood was well in keeping with the inclement 
weather as she ascended the stairs to her room with this letter 
of unknown origin. Her first impulse was to comprehend the 
name of the sender and to her utter astonishment, she beheld 
attached at the bottom, H. C. 

She read, re-read, and read again, hut could scarcely col¬ 
lect her senses sufficiently to comprehend its meaning — only 
did she grasp the thought that he wished to call. He further¬ 
more stated: ‘ 1 He seldom wrote letters and as this was his first 
attempt in writing her, he did hope she would be charitable in 
her answer by being conservative of his feelings. ’ ’ 

‘ ‘ His first, his first, ’ ’ she kept repeating; ‘ ‘ how can he be 
so untruthful, and then ask me to be conservative of his feel¬ 
ings ? ’ ’ She sat motionless for a long time, and not until she 
heard her mother’s voice at the foot of the stairs announcing 
the evening meal, did she awaken from her petrified state of 
being. 

She no sooner reached the dining-room than her mother 
inquired who her letter was from. 

“From Hugh,” said Edith. 

“Yes, and I’ll bet he has asked for a date,” said Guy, as 
he sat opposite Edith at the table with his eyes fixed on an 
appetizing dish of fruit salad. 

“Well,” remarked the mother, “this must not occur too 
frequently, as much depends on these last few months of 
school.” 

Edith soon retired to her room, there to have a great 
struggle with her conscience in order to determine what would 
be right and to answer his note by the guidance of such feel¬ 
ings. 


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The gloom and dismal climatic conditions of the night be¬ 
fore had all cleared away the next morning, and the sun shone 
so bright, it made amends for the density of fog, and of the 
dreariness of yesterday. 

Nothing noteworthy happened until Sunday evening, 
when a beautiful Cadillac car occupied by Hugh drove into 
the driveway at the Melton home. 

He felt just about as pompous on this occasion as most 
young men do on their wedding day, although he didn’t know 
what the result of this visit would bring forth. 

However there was one evident fact: that he did not pro¬ 
pose to suffer false accusation longer; therefore, he solemnly 
resolved to expose the guilty party, but not knowing what his 
results would be, made the lump in his throat almost choke 
him as he brought his car to a standstill near the gate. 

Edith was very reserved in her manner of greeting when 
she answered the summons of the door-bell. Hugh thoroughly 
understood the situation, but took no heed of her attitude 
toward him. 

This evening was one to be remembered, as the moon was 
so big and round, and shed such an effulgence of light, that it 
made it possible to see for some little distance. They had 
attended church that evening, and on nearing her home, the 
house and its surroundings presented a beautiful sight as: 
“distance lends enchantment to the view.” 

When the car had ceased its low hum of the motor, and 
they were about to part for the night, Hugh stepped up, took 
both her hands in his and said: “Edith, how many letters 
have you ever received from me?” 

Instantly she answered: 11 Two. ’ ’ 


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“Well, I beg to inform you that you have never received 
but one that I have any knowledge of, although you wrote me 
once, saying you would answer my letter which I never wrote. 
Tonight I am here to plead my own case and tell you I am not 
guilty, but Grace Moore and Ray Allen wrote you that letter.” 

We may well imagine Edith’s feelings as she recalls how 
severely she has dealt with him, and given him no possible 
chance to explain the true nature of the whole affair to her. It 
surprised and touched her to have Hugh put up his hands and 
grasp hers. He held hers so closely in both of his as he spoke, 
with such a manly voice that it touched and moved her. 

“Please forgive me, Hugh,” was all she could say, and 
somehow she was freely forgiven and he retraced his way 
homeward in a much happier frame of mind. 

As in all little country towns (and Yorkville was no excep¬ 
tion) the greater part of the population knew about Edith’s 
and Hugh’s appearance at church that evening, before they 
retired for the night. 

Mrs. Allen was not as comfortable as she might have been, 
but was determined to conceal her jealous feelings. 

The shock proved almost too much for Ray, who sat with 
a heavy scowl on his face throughout the entire service: never¬ 
theless the overhanging cloud that had been shadowing Hugh’s 
happiness for many weary weeks past, disappeared on this 
Sunday evening mentioned, and he found warmth and comfort 
in the words she had spoken to him. 

“Better late than never,” said Hugh, after he had read 
Robert’s letter he had received some days after this when he 
stated: “he would arrive in Yorkville Saturday morning.” 

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“I’ve been looking forward to this visit from him for a 
long time,” said Hugh, when his mother made inquiry as to 
the exact date they might expect him. 

“It seems like a long time since Robert has made a visit 
to Yorkville,” said Mrs. Carter. 

“Oh, it hasn’t been so long,” replied her son, “for don’t 
you remember he was here Thanksgiving with his father?” 

“Well, that has been some little time, my boy.” 

After dinner Hugh excused himself early in the evening 
in order to retire to his room for study, but as he arose to go, 
his father said, “You have never informed me where you were 
Sunday evening.” 

‘ ‘ I was out at ‘ Quiet Dale. ’ ’ ’ 

“Well, you had best measure your steps with great pre¬ 
caution for Ray Allen may thwart your path again in the 
near future. ’ ’ 

Straightening himself up to the full extent of his manly 
frame, he said, as he went through the hall: “Ray Allen will 
meet his ‘Waterloo’ if he attempts anything further.” 


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CHAPTER VII 


Robert’s Visit 

“ T’VE POSITIVELY got to go. It is almost school time 
X. now, and will necessitate my being late unless I go on the 
run,” said Hugh, as his mother closed the door behind him, 
and he hurried down the steps. 

The time had passed so quickly, and she had so thoroughly 
enjoyed the short visit with her son that she did not realize 
the hands on the little clock pointed to the hour of eight forty- 
five. This was Friday, and Robert was coming the following 
morning, so with the general routine of work for the day and 
a few extra tasks which would include a few minor changes to 
be made in Hugh’s room, would find employment for Mrs. 
Carter and the house maid until the day came to an ending. 

The next morning at the railway station in Yorkville, 
where seldom only a few passengers alighted, stood Hugh wait¬ 
ing for Robert Page, who, had come to make him a visit. 

‘‘So you’ve come?” said Hugh, as he grasped Robert’s 
hand. 

“Yes, I didn’t want to disappoint you.” 

‘ ‘ Come along, I ’ll be delighted to have you for my guest 
if you aren’t too tired to listen to all I have to tell you, which 
is no small amount. ’ ’ 

“Not a bit of it, for I am delighted to be here and if I can 
be of any service to you I am at your command,” said Robert, 
as he picked up his traveling bag and they started for the car 
that Hugh had left parked just a few steps from the platform, 

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and in a short time arrived at the Carter home, where they 
were met by Emily and her mother. 

The greater part of the forenoon was spent in making 
calls, which included a short visit with the grandmother, who 
could scarcely sanction his return to the Carter home to spend 
Sunday with Hugh, and a short call at the store, where they 
found Mr. Carter, summonizing all the patience he possessed 
as he had spent something in the neighborhood of an hour’s 
time trying to sell a woman a rug, and who declared it was 
moth eaten and that he had not made a satisfactory reduction 
in price to compensate for the damage. 

Hugh and Robert had been standing where they caught 
enough of the facts concerning the conversation to furnish 
them with a knowledge of the sale. All unnoticed by Mr. 
Carter they had stood for some few minutes, when finally Hugh 
stepped up and asked his father if he wished to speak to 
Robert. 

“Oh, yes, yes, to be sure,” and at the same time advanced 
and gave him a very cordial welcome. However, he informed 
Hugh he was very busy and he would have more time to visit 
with them when he came home for luncheon. 

Now, before Robert came Mr. Carter had given his family 
due instructions as to how they would spend the Sabbath, and 
needless to say his wishes were carried out to the letter. He 
didn’t want any unusual commotion or excitement in the home 
in their preparation for church as he had stated: the family 
would attend church, for he wished to leave the impression 
with their guest that this was nothing out of the general order 
of things. He was well informed as to the discipline con¬ 
cerning the household of his old friend, and knew that Robert 


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had been taught never to be disloyal to his training in regard 
to keeping the Sabbath, no matter whether at home or abroad. 

Waiting for her husband’s return from the store Mrs. 
Carter picked up one of the children’s Sunday-school books to 
read, but before she got interested in its pages she heard his 
well known footsteps coming up the walk. Laying her book 
to one side as he advanced she said: ‘ ‘ I never saw two young 
men enjoy themselves more thoroughly than Hugh and 
Robert. ’ ’ 

“Well, I certainly am glad, but say, wife — before I retire 
I want to say to you, that immediately after breakfast in the 
morning I will go to the store as I must finish some work that 
I started on today, and then I will meet you there at the corner, 
as you go to church at about — oh, well — say about eleven 
o ’clock, as I think I can get through by that time. ’ ’ 

It was a beautiful early spring morning and the church 
bells could be heard for a long distance calling the people to 
the house of worship. 

Contrary to her custom, Edith did not dare glance over 
the audience after she had taken her familiar place in the 
choir, for she felt sure she was being closely observed by a 
stranger. However, after Rev. Allen had announced the num¬ 
ber of the first hymn and the audience arose to sing, her atten¬ 
tion was arrested by an usher seating Mr. and Mrs. Carter. 

As this was such an unusual occurrence at church, the 
slight commotion caused by their presence was very noticeable 
to both; especially, did Mr. Carter feel a twinge of displeasure 
as he gazed directly in the direction of the pulpit, and ner¬ 
vously pulled at his stubby mustache. 

By the time Edith had finished her selection, and the 
sweetness of her voice had died away it had helped in a 


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measure to banish Mr. Carter’s uncomfortable feelings and he 
was really glad he was one of the number in the audience. In 
after years he often called to mind this Sunday at church, and 
the sermon which he actually thought was intended especially 
for him, for Rev. Allen chose for his text: ‘‘Lay not up for 
yourselves, treasures on earth where moth and rust doth cor¬ 
rupt, and thieves break through and steal, but rather lay up 
treasures in heaven where moth and rust doth not corrupt, and 
where thieves do not break through nor steal. ’ ’ 

Many sentences fell from the minister’s lips this memor¬ 
able morning that sank deep into the merchant’s heart, al¬ 
though he gave no outward signs of their impression upon him. 

It was late in the afternoon of the same day, which had 
already marked a change in the Carter home, when a car occu¬ 
pied by three young people gave a loud honk as it came to a 
standstill in the driveway at “Quiet Dale” farm, and before 
Edith could appear it honked a second time for Emily was 
impatient as to know just how she would feel about the sur¬ 
prise. 

Her curiosity was soon set at ease for as Edith advanced 
she said, ‘ ‘ I somehow was expecting you, although I will have 
to admit I have been taking a siesta.” 

“This certainly is an inviting place and one that has 
many charms,” said Robert, as he took Edith by the hand and 
at which her face heightened a little in color, as she felt his 
remarks were a trifle personal. 

Fully grasping the thought of his remarks and catching 
the meaning that the other young people had implied, he more 
fully expressed himself by adding, “I,mean the home and its 
surroundings are so beautiful, and would afford an ideal place 
for quietude and rest. Now please don’t misconstrue my 

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meaning, Hugh, ’ * whispered Robert, as he laid his hand on his 
shoulder, as they followed Edith into the house. 

It was late in the afternoon when Mr. Carter awoke from 
a two hours’ sleep, and then arose and went in quest of his 
wife, whom he found seated in the living room, looking 
through an old album that contained some of the old family 
pictures, together with those of a few friends, and the one she 
had been studying for some little time was Robert’s father’s 
picture, that had been taken when he was about the age of his 
son, who was now their house guest. 

“What a remarkable resemblance,” she said as Mr. Carter 
entered, and she presented the picture. 

“Yes; he reminds me very much of his father, and I 
understand their business qualities are very similar, for the 
last time he was here he advised me of the fact, he was going 
to make Robert full partner in the hardware business in the 
near future. 

‘ ‘ Where are the young people, mother ? ’ ’ 

* ‘ They have driven out to the Melton home. ’ ’ 

He lighted a cigar, seated himself in his big leather 
rocker and puffed away for some time before he said anything. 
Feeling that he would be more comfortable if he could give 
vent to his displeasure of their going, and in this way get these 
unpleasant thoughts out of his system he said, ‘ ‘ I might have 
known where they were without asking for I don’t think I 
ever in all my life saw anyone lose their head so completely, 
as Hugh. I do wish he would take a few things into con¬ 
sideration before he acts unwisely in this matter. ’ ’ 

“Why Joe, why do you speak thus? Isn’t Edith indeed, 
a splendid type of woman, and do you not think our son is 

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indeed lucky if he can gain the friendship of so noble a 
character ? ’ ’ 

“Well, I suppose your point of view and mine differ in 
some respects; however, they are both young and they will 
have ample time to think of serious love affairs later on in 
life. ’ ’ 

Gently tapping his cigar on the edge of his ash tray and 
then settling himself back in a reclining position he finished 
his remark by saying, ‘ ‘ She is a pretty, cultured and talented 
young woman and perhaps these are the most essential in 
Hugh’s ideal. ’ ’ 

“Joe, it must be the financial side of the subject that you 
have reference to; if so I wish you would dismiss it from your 
mind and look at things from a more reasonable standpoint. 
How did you like the sermon this morning ? ’ ’ 

“Ahem, ahem — well, it was very good and, to be real 
truthful it was much better than I thought Rev. Allen could 
do.” 

“He presented some very good thoughts,” said Mrs. Car¬ 
ter, “and I do hope there will be many fertile fields for the 
development of his truths. ’ ’ 

Thinking it high time to change the subject of their con¬ 
versation the husband said: “Mother, I understood Emily to 
say that Margaret was coming with Robert on this visit.’ ’ 

“Yes, but her mother had not been well for a few days 
and they thought it advisable for her to remain at home.” 

1 ‘ When she was here during the holidays, I could see why 
it was she was so thoroughly absorbed in Hugh and all his 
interests, couldn't you?” said Mr. Carter. 

“Yes, I understood it all, but Hugh doesn’t admire her.” 

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Every conversation has its ending and as the early spring 
dnsk was falling they heard the chatter and merry laughter of 
voices of the young people entering, with another added to 
their party. 

“We didn’t imagine you would return until after 
church,” said Mrs. Carter, “although we are pleased to see 
you.” 

They only spent a short time here, for the church was 
beginning to fill rapidly by the time they entered and were 
seated — directly in front of Ray Allen. Several times during 
the services he engaged in a forced fit of coughing, which 
caused his mother some alarm, thinking he had contracted a 
severe cold. 

When Edith and Hugh entered the car that had been 
parked near a telephone pole, they saw a dark shadowed figure 
lurking behind it. “Somehow I feel a little fear of Ray 
Allen,” said Edith when they were nearing her home. 

“Oh, never fear, for he is a moral coward, and is only 
lurking around in order to cause us some uneasiness,” said 
Hugh. “And too, he feels too deeply the rod of affliction, of 
his other underhand work to try anything else very soon. ’ ’ 

The frogs that inhabited every little pool of water that 
had been made by the recent heavy rain were pouring forth 
their nightly noise, when the sound of the motor had ceased, 
and the car was standing at the gate, where Edith soon would 
make her exit. 

With no man in the moon as an onlooker, for the heavens 
were only giving forth light to the world below from number¬ 
less stars, they stood for a short time under the starry canopy 
of heaven, and there Hugh received the sweet assurance that 
his affections for Edith Melton were not in vain. 


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A little later the sound of voices in the room across the 
hall announced to the mother her boy’s return and that the 
young men had retired for the night. Her husband had been 
asleep for some time but somehow she was lying awake, waiting 
to know they had all been snugly tucked in bed. 

And the sound of the door as it closed on its hinges had 
scarcely ceased before Robert said, ‘ ‘ Hugh, you are without a 
doubt a lucky fellow, to win the friendship and esteem of so 
beautiful and talented a young woman, and I am indeed 
proud of you and the start you have made to be a man. There 
was a time when I was in grave doubt as to where you would 
steer your little bark canoe. ’ ’ 

“Yes,” said Hugh, “but I was saved from shipwreck by 
the sweet innocent young girl you heard sing tonight, and all 
that I am or ever hope to be I owe to her. ’ ’ 

In the future, never again would Edith have to avoid a 
chance of listening to what he really had to say to her, for 
with the closing of this evening her heart had been thrilled by 
the words he had spoken and the smile which lighted his face 
when he bade her good night. 

“Well, it has been delightful to me to be your guest for 
the past few days, ’ ’ said Robert, the following morning, prior 
to his visit with his grandmother. 

“Oh, aren’t you coming back before you return home?” 
asked Mrs. Carter. 

“Yes, but not for any length of time, as I promised father 
I would make my visit short as my services are so much needed 
at the store. Especially at this season of the year.” 

Emily had heard what he had said, and was a trifle dis¬ 
appointed to learn his visit was almost at an end. 


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11 Well, hello Robert, I was just in the act of calling in 
order to learn if you had forgotten me, ’ ’ said his grandmother 
as he opened the front door and the odor of fragrant flowers 
met his sense of smell. 

“Now come and sit down and we will enjoy a good old 
fashioned visit as I am anxious to learn all about your family. ’ ’ 

Robert did her bidding and they both really did enjoy 
the morning spent in conversation, that involved every mem¬ 
ber of his family, and judging by his ravenous appetite he 
thought she had forgotten the dinner hour. 

‘ ‘ There never was such a dear boy,’ ’ said she, as she arose 
to prepare the noon day meal, and gave him a pat on the head 
as she made her exit, and in a short time announced it was 
ready. 

No one but a grandmother could have prepared so many 
appetizing dishes to all of which Robert did ample justice, as 
he had partaken of a very light breakfast. Not unlike all 
natural grandmothers she was busy all during the meal time 
asking numberless questions and one especially she was very 
curious about was, the death of his friend. 

He was loath to relate all the particulars concerning her 
death; nevertheless he had to comply with this cultured and 
refined old lady’s request. True enough, he did enjoy the 
visit with his father’s mother but more fully he had enjoyed 
himself at the Carter home and he could not fully determine 
whether or not it was the society of Hugh or Emily that 
created an atmosphere so pleasing to him. 

Wednesday morning, he received word from home saying, 
* * His services would be needed at the store the latter part of 
the week.” 


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He saw very little more of Emily during the remainder of 
his stay, but the question had been duly weighed and settled 
in his mind that he would visit Yorkville again in the near 
future. Just the day before he returned home he spent the 
greater part of the afternoon at the store with Mr. Carter, 
where he found him not very busy. 

“I understand you are leaving us tomorrow,’’ said the 
merchant, as he offered Robert a seat. 

“Yes I leave tomorrow morning.” 

‘ ‘ I wish Hugh possessed good business qualities so I could 
make him a partner in my business, but it doesn’t seem to 
appeal to him, so I suppose he will take up the study of law 
this fall.” 

“I think he is well adapted to the profession he has 
chosen,” said Robert, “and no doubt but what he will meet 
with great success. ’ ’ 

“Well, if he does he will have to get some of these fool love 
affairs out of his head,” remarked the father. 

“I think Miss Melton is a wonderful character,” said 
Robert. 

“Oh yes, true she is; but you see there are other things 
to take into consideration,” and it was during this interview 
that Robert learned the real secret of Mr. Carter’s heart, and 
why it was he found objections to his son being Miss Melton’s 
best gentleman friend. 

He furthermore stated the full particulars to Robert of an 
interview he had held recently with his son at which time he 
gained the information he was seeking, that Hugh was, as he 
termed it, losing his head over Edith Melton. 

“Not at any time during our conversation, did I divulge 
the thought to him that I was very much displeased with his 

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choice, from a financial standpoint, ’ ’ said the merchant, as he 
scanned Robert’s face, who had sat silently listening to all he 
had to say, and at the end of his lengthy remarks he added, ‘ ‘ I 
wish Hugh to remain ignorant of the fact as it would only 
make matters worse.” 

Robert was a broad minded young man, and always looked 
on the best side of everything, no matter what the subject 
involved. 

He was still at the store when Hugh came in after school, 
as he and Mr. Carter had had such an interesting subject for 
conversation, he had been all unmindful of how rapidly the 
time had passed. 

“I am sorely disappointed,” said Hugh, as they made 
their exit and stood outside of the store leaning back against 
the big plate glass front. “I had thought you would spend 
your last evening with me, but I shall not insist as you have 
made other arrangements.” 

“I too am sorry, but you understand the situation, and 
what a disappointment it would mean, both to my cousin and 
grandmother.” After consulting his watch Robert said 
“Come, we have ample time to enjoy a short walk, for we 
aren’t expected to arrive much before the dinner hour which, 
I presume, is at six o’clock.” 

These two bosom friends found many pleasant topics to 
converse on, but the chief theme of their conversation embraced 
their own personal affairs. 

Robert did not impart to Hugh the bulk of his father’s 
interview, that afternoon, as he deemed it advisable to with¬ 
hold this intelligence. 

Retracing their steps in the direction of the vine-clad 
cottage of his grandmother, Robert said, “I am really glad 

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that you and Edith so thoroughly understand each other, and 
I sincerely hope and trust you meet with no further difficul¬ 
ties, to mar your future happiness/ ’ 

“Oh thank you, Robert, and I too am equally pleased to 
know our troubles and misunderstandings are at an end, but 
the sweetest thought I have to cherish is: that our friendship 
and love for each other meets with the sanction of both fami¬ 
lies / 7 To this remark Robert made no reply. 

When they came in sight of the cottage and saw the 
cousin’s car standing at the front gate they hurriedly bade 
each other good-bye and Robert quickened his pace the re¬ 
mainder of the way. “Poor Hugh,” mused he, as he hurried 
on, “he will meet many obstacles to thwart his path of happi¬ 
ness if he remains loyal to Edith.” 

“In the name of common sense where have you been? 
Your cousin has been waiting for almost three quarters of an 
hour for your return, and here it is, almost six o’clock, which 
means a delayed dinner. His patience is almost worn thread¬ 
bare with waiting, and it seems to me as you can only give 
them the last evening of your staying, you could at any rate 
have been on time.” 

All this avalanche of speech had burst forth from his 
grandmother, who looked very demure in her black spring- 
suit, as she sat with her hat, gloves and wraps on, ready for the 
trip to the country. 

Robert had not uttered a single word of explanation, only 
went directly to his room where he made some minor changes 
with his clothing, then announced he was ready. 

The peeved little grandmother rode for some time in 
silence, but could not dismiss from her mind how long she had 
sat waiting for the gallant young man who was seated at her 

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side. Finally, looking Robert squarely in the face she said: 
“I suppose you were over at Carters’, were you not?” and 
with a slightly drawn mouth she finished by saying, “Hugh 
seems to want to monopolize most of your time; now if it was 
Margaret here on a visit, and he was so consistent in occupy¬ 
ing her time, I would not think so strangely of the matter, but 
perhaps he deems it advisable to first win the favor with you, 
then he will find it more easy to gain her friendship.” 

Robert had not said or done anything to the contrary of 
his esteemed grandmother’s wishes until she uttered this last 
remark; then he said, ‘ ‘ I think you have the wrong impression 
of the whole affair. ’ ’ 

With a nod of her distinguished little head, she said, “I 
know you young people think old folks are not at all times 
responsible for all they say and do, but I can inform you they 
are; at any rate, I am one that can answer for herself. ’ ’ 

Robert said nothing, but consoled himself with these 
thoughts; “she is like all other old people, and has grown 
childish, therefore I find much charity in my heart for the 
little lady and I know in a short time it will be all forgotten. ’ ’ 

The next morning he was much surprised to see Hugh 
step into the waiting room, where he was waiting for the 
train. “This is very unexpected to me,” said Robert, as he 
arose. 

“Well, I’ve been excused from school until time for your 
train, ’ ’ said Hugh. 


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CHAPTER VIII 


The Picture and the Pledge 

“ a LTOGETHER I have had a very delightful time and 
/\ fully intend to return for the commencement. Poor 
Hugh! I am indeed sorry for him for without a doubt his 
father is going to do his level best to upset the friendship 
existing between he and Edith.” This was the train of 
thought after Robert had deposited himself in the first vacant 
chair that met his eyes, and after making himself as com¬ 
fortable as possible for the homeward journey gave himself 
up wholly to thought. 

After having tried to read the morning paper but gaining 
no interest from its pages, in utter disgust he flung it to one 
side, placed a cigar in his mouth, but did not light it, only 
placed it there for its associations, and was lost in deep thought 
as the train sped on, till he heard a voice say: “I beg your 
pardon, I didn’t mean to interrupt but you have dropped a 
letter.” 

‘ ‘ Thank you, ’ ’ said Robert as he hastily picked it up and 
replaced it in his pocket. 

Turning abruptly and heaving a long profound sigh he 
said: ‘ ‘ Do you tire of traveling ? ’ ’ 

“Only at times,” was the response. “If I feel well I 
rather enjoy it as a good share of my time is spent here on the 
cushions. ’ ’ 

Lowering his paper to his lap and removing his reading 
glasses, and scanning the face of the young man very care- 

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fully who had been an interesting subject for study for him 
for some little time, he ventured to ask: 

“Are you going far?” 

“Only to Cleveland.” 

‘ ‘ Is your home at Yorkville ? I noticed you got on there. ’ ' 

“No, only been there on a visit. Have you acquaintances 
there?” 

“No, only business men, as I am a drummer and only 
make the town twice a year. ’ ’ 

‘ ‘ Do you know Mr. Carter ? * 9 

“ Oh! yes indeed, I always sell him a bill of goods. ’ 9 

“I have been visiting them and am returning home,” said 
Robert. 

* ‘ They have a beautiful home and I am informed they are 
quite wealthy, and too, he has a son I should judge — about 
your age,” remarked the stranger. 

“No, I am a trifle more than a year his senior,” replied 
Robert as his eyes shone with sparkling interest to learn that 
the stranger too, was a friend of the Carters. 

The time passed more rapidly for Robert after entering 
into conversation and he was loath to see his fellow passenger 
leave the coach late in the afternoon when the train pulled 
into a little town that he didn’t fully catch the name of when 
the porter called it. 

The remainder of his journey was spent alone wholly 
absorbed in his own mental self, trying to figure just exactly 
how many weeks and days would have to roll around before he 
would be returning over the same route. 

“What's the matter with you this evening and what has 
delayed you?” asked Mrs. Carter as her husband returned 

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home late for dinner one evening a few weeks following 
Robert’s visit. 

“I’m surprised you don’t know,’’ he blurted out. 

‘ ‘ How should I know ? Now perhaps you will gratify my 
curiosity as to what that important matter was that has kept 
dinner waiting for you. ’ ’ 

“Well, I can explain at once,” was the snappy reply. 
“Two very important callers delayed me.” 

“Who were they?” 

Jumping up from his chair he began to pace back and 
forth across the room without answering his wife. 

“Well what has come over you, Joe? Why don’t you 
answer my question ? ’ ’ 

Wheeling himself around and standing directly in front 
of her, he said: “It is just exactly as I told you it would be, 
you can’t go to church without you pay for the space you 
occupy. ’ ’ 

“Well, why don’t you answer my question and enlighten 
me as to who your callers were ? ’ ’ 

“Confound the luck! it seems to me you ought to know 
who they were if you would stop to think. ’ ’ 

“How do you expect me to know all the people that call 
at your place of business during the day ? ’ ’ 

“Well, it was Mr. Long and Mr. Wilson. They said they 
dropped in to learn what amount I would pledge for the 
church for the coming year. ’ ’ 

“What did you tell them?” 

“I informed them I was not a member of their congrega¬ 
tion, and I thought they had made a mistake and overstepped a 
little in soliciting me.” 

“Well, well, Joe, I’m surprised at you.” 

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“ Surprised? What about?” 

“You could have subscribed a small amount — about two 
hundred dollars, then given a larger amount later on. ” 

If a cannon ball had exploded at his feet it couldn’t have 
had any more effect upon him than this statement that fell 
from his wife’s lips. 

Collecting himself so as to speak, he ran his fingers 
through his hair until it stood straight on his head, and with 
eyes snapping he demanded: “ Do you think I own a mint, and 
all I have to do is to turn out dollars ? Do you stop to consider 
what it costs me to run this house and my place of business ? ’ ’ 
“Yes,” was the meek reply, “but I still think we are 
financially able to give this amount, for you know someone 
must help support the gospel and, too, it is our duty to give for 
the children.” 

The heat waves that had been given off in quick succession 
from his face had forced the blood to that point of his body 
which made him look like an explosive ready to yield at any 
moment from inward combustion. Finally as the blood re¬ 
ceded from his face and he began to cool off he said: ‘ ‘ This is 
just the reason I have refrained from going to church — on 
account of the safety of my pocketbook. ’ ’ 

The wife made no reply to this last statement as she 
deemed it advisable to let the subject drop for the time being, 
hoping all would be well in the end. 

However, she heard him say as he made his exit: “I’ll 
swear if they don’t quit soliciting me I will give them a piece 
of my mind.” Then the door went to with such a slam that 
it caused the articles on the mantel to rattle and tremble much 
as if the whole house had felt the effects of some seismic dis¬ 
turbance. 


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The twitter and song of the early spring bird from the 
trees whose buds were swollen almost ready to burst, the grass, 
and in fact all Nature was heralding the approach of spring. 

The few days prior to Easter had passed and with all the 
glory of an Easter morn the sun softly slid out from behind a 
few scattering clouds to do justice to the crowning glory of 
the day. 

Rev. Allen had prepared a beautiful Easter sermon and 
when Edith rose to sing she beheld an auditorium filled to its 
utmost capacity. 

Her only ornament was a small bouquet of American 
Beauty rose buds, she had received the day before with a card 
attached bearing these words: “Your Favorite.” 

“This doesn’t seem like Easter,” said Edith, late in the 
afternoon after she and Guy had taken a long stroll. 

‘ ‘ What makes you talk this way ? ’ ’ asked Guy. ‘ ‘ I thought 
when I looked over the audience at church this morning and 
saw so many beautiful Easter bonnets, that it was midsummer 
and I was out in some big flower garden. ’ ’ 

“Saddle our horses and we will take a ride,” said Edith. 

In a short time she appeared clad in a very becoming rid¬ 
ing habit, mounted to the saddle and drew her horse’s bridle 
rein that led them to the road down to the creek bridge and 
around the foot of the hill to that beautiful secluded spot — 
Coleman’s spring. 

This spring afforded an ideal place for the weary to rest, 
and quench their thirst at its cool refreshing stream which 
flowed out of a deep recess in the side of the hill where the 
water came trickling out between the rocks as clear as crystal, 
and this rustic spot deserved mention on the pages of the 
history of Yorkville. 


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The rustic seats protected by the overhanging boughs from 
the sun’s hot rays afforded the visitors during the hot summer 
months much comfort and gave to them that peaceful and re¬ 
freshing rest only to be obtained by a murmuring spring in a 
shady retreat like Coleman’s spring. 

On nearing the spring they saw the last car drive away. 

They took many pictures of themselves and their horses, 
quenched their thirst at the spring, Edith gathered a huge 
bouquet of violets for her mother and was in the act of untying 
their horses when her attention was arrested by the sound of 
an approaching car. 

“Guy, jump to your horse,” said Edith, as she sprang to 
the saddle on Black Beauty. “It’s the Carter family and we 
must hasten home.” 

No sooner had the last word passed her lips than a voice 
called out, “Halt” and in a moment Hugh had seized her 
horse’s bridle rein and stood holding her a captive. 

“Edith, may I have a picture?” asked Hugh. 

Reluctantly she consented, picked up her horse’s bridle 
rein and sat motionless until the kodak snapped and she heard 
him say: “Thank you.” 

Her lips uttered not a word of response but she gave him 
one of those sweet confiding smiles which meant volumes to 
him. 

He had long wished to obtain a picture of her, and now 
that his wish had been gratified he felt supremely happy after 
having obtained this coveted piece of property. 

Another upheaval took place in the Carter home the fol¬ 
lowing week when Mr. Carter announced to his wife, that Mr. 
Long in company with Mr. Melton had paid their respects to 

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him on a second mission renewing their determination to secure 
a pledge for the minister’s salary. 

Agitated in mind and perfectly furious that they seemed 
so persistent he said: ‘ ‘ Hugh can cater to the whimsical wishes 
of Miss Melton if he so desires, but no influence from a strip of 
a girl can make me go contrary to my better judgment/’ 

So possessed he was with the idea that the influence of 
Edith had completely taken hold of his entire household and 
now was getting a grip on his purse it almost made him furious 
with rage. 

For a few thoughtful moments silence reigned supreme, 
then the wife in a soft, gentle tone ventured to say: “ I know 
you made a pledge, for you couldn’t do otherwise under the 
prevailing circumstances. ’ ’ 

“Yes, and I had to subscribe two hundred dollars, and 
that church may just thank David Melton for the donation, 
for he is responsible for it all. I have had a nervous chill ever 
since I attached my signature to that piece of paper, and I 
can’t see how I am going to get the worth of my money by 
attending church once a week and spending about one hour of 
my time. 

“Mercy sakes! wife, figure this up and see for yourself 
what it costs to attend church for one year. Rather expensive 
entertainment, isn’t it ? I now see why it requires such an 
effort to be a Christian but, nevertheless, I am real glad Hugh 
and Emily have acquired the habit, for after all, it isn’t a bad 
place to be found. ’ ’ 

Straightening herself in her chair his wife said: “Joe, 
don’t be so miserly, but whatever you give, give it willingly, 
‘For God loveth the cheerful giver’.” 


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11 Oh, yes, yes, you can quote scripture, but I’m wondering 
how I am going to replace that two hundred dollars. ’ ’ 

For about fifteen or twenty minutes utter silence pre¬ 
dominated, and such a look of rage shot from his deep gray 
eyes that for a moment the wife feared he would fly into a 
temper. 

At any rate he walked over to the window, stood with his 
head resting against the pane, hands in his pockets and spent 
a few thoughtful moments, then turned and in a complaining 
voice that was almost pitiful said: “It seems to me that one 
trouble follows another without intermission.” 

Then in an authoritative voice his wife said: “Nonsense, 
nonsense, Joe, quit worrying about money and get ready to 
retire. Tomorrow is Sunday and it means early rising in order 
to be at church on time; besides you will have ample time to 
give this matter further consideration tomorrow as it is your 
first pledge.” 


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CHAPTER IX 


The Commencement 

T HE CLOCK had struck ten some few minutes ago, and 
still Hugh sat poring over the contents of a book, all un¬ 
mindful that the letter that lay on his desk almost directly 
beneath his elbow must be answered tonight. 

In a short time the door opened and Emily entered at 
which instant her eyes caught a glimpse of the letter, and said: 
‘ ‘ Have you answered Robert’s letter ? ’ ’ 

‘ ‘ That, I think is my business, ’ ’ was the response. 

“Well,” she said, as a note of deep feeling came into her 
voice, “he expects to attend the Commencement and he asked 
numberless questions concerning it with the request for an 
immediate answer, so it is your duty to comply with his 
wishes. ’ ’ 

As she arose to leave the room her prim little mouth dis¬ 
played a decided pout, as she was very much displeased with 
her brother’s attitude concerning Robert. Hugh sat quietly 
looking down at his book trying hard to force a laugh, then he 
said: “I’m very sorry, little Sis, but forgive me and I will 
answer it immediately, and if you so wish, I will place a special 
delivery stamp on it.” 

At last the letter was finished and at the close he said: 
“Come on, old boy, we’ll be glad to see you.” 

The wobbly address was scrolled across the envelope, for 
his eyes had been scanning a picture that occupied a prominent 

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place directly in front of him instead of observing the guidance 
of his pen. 

That night he dreamed of Commencement exercises, bril¬ 
liant in splendor, also of fame that beckoned and lured him on 
to paths that lie in the far beyond. 

At school all eyes were turning instinctively toward Hugh, 
as it seemed to be the general verdict of all, he would be 
valedictorian of his class. 

He had worked with untiring energy, for his determina¬ 
tion was to obtain this coveted place on the program. He and 
the professor had grown to be very warm friends and he in¬ 
formed Hugh he had been able to write on his papers the word, 
< ‘ excellent. ’ ’ 

To be real frank there was no member of the class who 
could deliver the closing address in as commendable manner as 
Hugh Carter for he had the ability to make of himself some 
noted orator. 

He and Ray frequently met, but only recognized their 
acquaintance with a very cool nod, as neither cared to culti¬ 
vate the other’s friendship. 

A few days after this Emily was conscious of an immense 
surge of circulation to the surface of her face after she had 
listened very attentively to a letter her brother had read in 
which she learned Robert Page would arrive in Yorkville some 
few days prior to the Commencement and spend part of his 
time at the Carter home. Or perhaps the unusual flush on her 
face was due merely to the fact that he had said: “Remember 
me to Emily,” for doubtless to say he was conjuring in his 
mind the thought of winning laurels in the pursuit of yet an 
unsought love. 


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There was a suspicion of veiled triumph in the smile on 
Hugh’s face for he had won the distinguished honor of his 
class and only that morning had said to his father: ‘ ‘ I suppose 
this honor has entitled me to a four years’ course at Har¬ 
vard ? ’ ’ 

“Yes, I will make my word good, although it means a 
great sacrifice for me, considering the financial side of the 
proposition. ’ ’ 

“You’ve forgotten you are a wealthy man,” said Hugh as 
he squared himself in his chair and looked his father full in 
the face for a few seconds. 

“I never made a bargain I didn’t stick to,” was the 
laconical reply. 

“Nevertheless, it is utterly impossible for me to grant 
your request in regard to the amount of the check you desire, 
for of late it seems as though your demands for money are 
more frequent and the amounts more unreasonable. Why the 
last request would be sufficient to start a man in business much 
less to spend on a little Township High School Commencement. 
This is to the point, ’ ’ he conceded. 

At the end of these snappy remarks Hugh arose, left the 
room without uttering a single word, and an hour later was 
standing at the station waiting for the train and in a short time 
saw Robert hurrying down the platform of the rear coach. 
This was a beginning of a week which will linger forever in the 
memories of this class. 

The social functions, together with the Commencement 
exercises will occupy most of their time during the entire week, 
and at its close the first epoch of their lives will have been com¬ 
pleted. One of the most brilliant and pleasing features in 

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connection with the Commencement was the class reception 
given by Janet Wilson. 

The June day was far spent; Edith had contributed her 
services in assisting Janet preparatory to the reception, and 
the Wilson home, fragrant with the perfume of flowers pre¬ 
sented a beautiful and pleasing sight. 

Edith Melton was a striking brunette, one of the type with 
fair skin, vivid coloring, and gowned in a beautiful soft shell- 
pink colored satin, fashioned in long loose becoming lines, pre¬ 
sented a most striking picture when she entered the room 
where her mother was seated, gently rocking to and fro. 

Perhaps her most charming features were her very bright 
snappy, brown eyes, yet withal soft and tender in expression. 

Standing directly in front of her mother, she said: ‘ ‘ How 
do you like my new gown ¥ ’ ’ 

“It is very becoming, my dear child,’’ said the mother as 
she lifted the corner of her apron and withdrew from its 
hiding a small box, saying: ‘ ‘ This is a little remembrance from 
your father and myself. ’ ’ 

The precious little box was opened and there embedded in 
a dainty blue velvet bed was a string of real pearls. 

For a few moments silence reigned supreme, then with an 
occasional tear drop that fell from the pretty brown eyes, 
descending on the mother’s apron, Edith bent over, kissed the 
sweet face, and said; “My cup of joy is brimming full and 
running over. ’ ’ 

Holding her daughter at arm’s length she said: “They 
have enhanced the beauty of your gown, if such a thing could 
be possible. ’ ’ The next moment their attention was arrested by 
the sound of an approaching car, whereupon the mother left 
the room. 


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Suddenly the click of the gate was distinctly heard, then 
the measured tread of a man’s sturdy feet resounded along 
the walk that led to the front porch, where Hugh caught a 
glimpse of Edith as she came tripping down the stairs to 
answer the summons of his call. 

A few minutes later they stood together at the car, greet¬ 
ing Emily and Robert, who had been watching the beautiful 
figure that glided noiselessly down the walk by Hugh’s side to 
the gate that swung open as they passed through. 

It was not until Hugh returned home that evening and 
the two } r oung men were closeted in their room that the whole 
truth came tumbling out in quick, vivid sentences. After 
Robert had finished Hugh sat down, feeling as though he was 
living and moving in a dream. Finally he said: “She did 
appear more beautiful this evening, and too, this splendid 
advice you have given is worth untold value to me. Having 
been guided by her sweet unconscious influence I have at last 
started on the right road. ’ ’ 

The next evening after the Township High School 
auditorium had been filled to its utmost capacity, the members 
of the class had marched in and been seated in their respective 
places, Mr. Carter reared a little further back in his chair 
with added dignity after carefully scanning the prominent 
members of his family presented in this class. 

But not until after Hugh had delivered his address to the 
class, which was considered a great piece of oratory by each 
and everyone, did Mr. Carter for the first time in his life feel 
ready to grant any request his son might demand. 

“To be sure he must take up the study of law at all 
hazards,” said he to his wife after they had fully discussed 
the program of the evening and decided that two famous stars 


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were dwelling in their infancy, for Edith too had both aston¬ 
ished and delighted her hearers. 

‘ ‘ I was never so tired in my life, ’ ’ declared Emily, as she 
flung herself into the first chair she came to in the dining-room 
after serving Robert with a glass of cold lemonade. 

“I am truly thankful school days are over,” said she as 
the events of the past week passed before her mind as she sat at 
her dressing-table a little later disengaging her hair; smooth¬ 
ing out the long tresses that lay carelessly over her shoulders, 
and gazing into her mirror her eyes sparkled with new light 
at the thought ‘ ‘ I never knew he cared for me. ’ ’ 

That night she had an occasion to write in her diary many 
beautiful, tender, loving thoughts. 

“Glad to have something to do to put in the tedium of 
waiting hours, for it is a custom of mine never to retire until 
my doors are securely locked and barred for the night,” said 
Robert’s grandmother as she opened the door for Robert. 

“Pm sorry, Grandma, to have kept you up so late, and I 
should by all means have taken the night key,” said Robert 
as he hastily removed his coat, carefully hung it on the back 
of a chair, then went in quest of some apple pie he had 
sampled at the evening meal. 

Distinctly he heard the click of the key in the door as she 
said: ‘ ‘ Must have had a lengthy program, for it is almost mid¬ 
night.” 

He was so full of laughter he could scarcely conceal his 
mirth and fortunately for him he was in an adjoining room, 
but finally mastered himself sufficiently to say: “Yes, it was 
lengthy but a splendid program.” 

The next morning at breakfast, Ray Allen stated that 
Hugh Carter would attend Harvard University, Edith Melton 

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would go to Chicago, and looking his father full in the face 
said: “What university am I going to attend?” 

“That all depends on your future conduct,” was the 
reply. 

“Your name has been connected with no few questionable 
characters, and some very ungentlemanly acts during the past 
school year and I think the best place for you is at home, if 
you expect to continue in this wise,” said his father. “Your 
professor informed me that it was a hard pull for you to pass 
with your class, and I see no good reason had you applied 
yourself why you couldn’t have passed with honors.” 

“Don’t talk about honors, they were all awarded to Miss 
Melton and the honorable Mr. Carter, ’ ’ remarked his wife. 

“There is no doubt in my mind they deserved all the 
honors they received,” was the minister’s reply. 

“Don’t worry, Ray,” she said, after her husband had 
left the room. “Don’t worry, dear child, leave it all to me. 
I’m sure I can put things straight. I ’ll talk to your father — 
I’m certain he’ll do what I ask and give you a college educa¬ 
tion.” 

He looked at his mother in a confidential way and said: 

‘ ‘ If you do, I ’ll give him my word I ’ll never get into another 
scrape, although it would be gratifying to even up with Hugh 
Carter and it may be that I will some day.” 

“Hush, hush, Ray. Your father is sitting in the living- 
room and has heard all we have said. ’ ’ 

By no means or signs did he appear interested in the fore¬ 
going conversation, but kept his eyes fixed on the morning 
paper that he held in his hand. 

“Have you heard anything concerning the present you 
sent Hugh?” asked his mother in an undertone. 


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“No, not a word, but I am quite sure he got it for I 
watched him leave the post office with it”; continuing, he said: 
“He is rather a shrewd fellow and I doubt if I ever hear one 
word from it. ’ ’ 

“Altogether, Ray, it was rather a clever piece of work and 
I am sure he was furious with rage when he received it, ’ ’ said 
his mother. 

“Did you write or type the wording of the card at¬ 
tached ? ’ ’ 

‘ ‘ Oh! we fixed that so it would be utterly impossible for 
him to learn of its origin. Grace typed the card, also the 
address on the package. ’ ’ 

A table filled with beautiful presents stood in Hugh’s 
room, for many in number were the costly tokens of remem¬ 
brance together with words of congratulation that had come 
from many admiring friends both far and near. 

With the exception of one they were proudly displayed for 
Robert’s inspection the following day. 

Unknown to anyone, Hugh had secretly climbed to the 
loft of the garage and there deposited a pair of old rusty skates 
which would in all probability remain hidden for years and 
years to come. 


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CHAPTER X 


Vacation 

T HE FIRST of the week the town was proclaiming by its 
street decorations the arrival of the street carnival. 

All night long the constant hammering, together with the 
roar of engine of the truck, loud in the natural stillness of the 
night, interrupted the peaceful rest of many residents. To 
Emily it had been a long night, for with her mind filled with 
the memory of Robert’s visit and the constant passing of the 
trucks loading and unloading, she felt somewhat weary the 
next morning, having obtained but little sleep. 

Mr. and Mrs. Carter in speaking of Robert’s noticeable 
attention to their daughter both admitted it met with their 
approval, but more especially was it a source of deep pleasure 
to the former as he recalled the wealth of the Page family, 
when thinking of the possibilities of his daughter’s future 
welfare. 

When morning dawned the town revealed a transforma¬ 
tion, for the streets around the square were a solid mass of 
newly erected booths, a merry-go-round, tents, Ferris wheel, 
and in fact everything imaginable that would in any way 
attract the attention of the crowds that would throng the 
streets every night during the entire week. 

That Hugh was lavishing his entire affections on Edith 
was becoming more evident to Mr. Carter every day and just 
what to do in order to cause a break in their friendship had 
been a puzzling matter to the merchant for some little time. 


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“Why couldn’t it have been Miss Melton instead of Grace 
Moore,” he said to himself, after he had sat listening to his 
wife relate all she knew concerning Grace Moore’s elopement 
with -the motor cycle rider who performed so many daring and 
dangerous feats during the carnival. 

“Well, wife, I now see that Hugh acted wisely when he 
severed all ties of friendship with her, but he was no sooner off 
with one love affair until he was on with another which to my 
mind the latter seems the more serious. ’ ’ 

‘ 1 Oh, never fear, Joe, they are just good friends; besides 
you know I somehow sanction Hugh’s selection, for without a 
doubt her sweet unconscious influence has been the means of 
making him a much better man.” 

It was some moments before he spoke, then he had a pleas¬ 
ing smile on his face which softened the stern features and 
reall} made him appear quite pleasant to the wife. As he drew 
a little nearer to where she was seated, gently rocking to and 
fro while she finished some of the week-end mending, he said: 
“Hugh has been such a splendid fellow and has been living 
such a commendable life for the past few months I believe he 
is deserving of a fine trip during his vacation. What do you 
think about it, wife?” 

‘ ‘ Oh, that is a capital idea and I am quite sure he would 
at once jump at such a chance. ’ ’ 

“Well, you may talk the matter over with him and if he 
accepts our proposition we can decide when and where he will 
go at an early date.” 

It was not until the little white ivory clock on the mantel 
chimed the hour of midnight that the merchant fell asleep for 
his mind had been too busy and his heart too happy to think of 
rest. He had performed the first part of his act with perfect 

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success and had at once been successful in winning her to his 
cause, all unmindful of his deep purpose and motives in pro¬ 
posing this splendid outing for Hugh. His last consoling 
thought before he fell asleep was: neither his wife nor his son 
could read his innermost thoughts and lucky for the old gent 
they couldn’t or he would have found a genuine balk. 

Mrs. Carter and Hugh had held many communions to¬ 
gether that no one else knew about, and he had had the assur¬ 
ance that she would do anything possible for his happiness and 
future welfare. 

The days came and went as fleeting as the sighing winds 
which afforded many golden opportunities for Hugh and Edith 
to enjoy the companionship and association of each other. 

College days were fast approaching and with them comes 
a separation in which the music of a bird-like voice will be 
missed, for no matter how care-worn or weary you might be 
you’d only to listen to one of her songs, and these feelings 
would flee. 

One evening as they were driving they neared the Cole¬ 
man spring just before the sun had spent its last lingering 
rays on the over-hanging boughs. They stopped at the spring, 
quenched their thirst, with the cool refreshing stream, then 
seated themselves on one of the rustic benches for a short time 
with all the solemnity that a secluded spot like this could 
afford, and with the twitter and chatter of birds around them, 
they pledged their true and abiding love for each other. 

As they arose to go and still holding her hand, Hugh said: 
“Edith, with one exception, I consider this the happiest time 
of my life.” 

‘ ‘ What is that, Hugh ? ’ ’ 


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“It will be when I shall triumphantly lead you to the 
altar in the Church Around The Corner at Yorkville and there 
where I gave my heart to God claim you as my bride.” 

They had only driven a short distance from the spring 
until they came face to face with Robert and Emily. 

‘ ‘ In the name of common sense, ’ ’ said Hugh as he brought 
his car to a standstill, “how does this happen?” 

‘ ‘ I thought you were in Cleveland. ’ ’ 

“I was yesterday,” was the reply. 

“Well, anyway I am glad to see you, old boy, for it saves 
me writing you a long letter tonight. Drive your car over by 
the side of the road and I will explain why I wanted to see 
you so much.” Without further remarks Hugh stated all the 
particulars of their proposed trip that would take them 
through Kentucky, including a visit to the Mammoth Cave and 
other places of interest and finished by saying: “Father has 
purchased a new Ford roadster for the trip.” 

“That will be great sport,” ejaculated Robert, “and I am 
ready to start at any time. ’ ’ 

He spent several days in Yorkville on this visit and felt 
very grateful that he was so fortunate to possess such a fine 
and cultured grandmother with whom he could make his home 
while on these frequent visits. 

The residents of this town like most other country towns 
spent their vacation in divers ways, so it didn’t take long for 
a few golden months filled with picnics, fishing expeditions, 
summer Chautauquas to pass, so now we find ourselves almost 
suffocating with the intense heat of the last days of August. 

Everyone is feeling the effects of the drought as it has 
been some little time since old Mother Earth has had a good 
old-fashioned refreshing rain. 

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Just at this time, when we have these long, hot sultry days 
and the breezes are laden with the intense heat it is then the 
locusts send forth their uncanny noise that gives us a creepy 
feeling, and reminds us more frequently of our discomfort 
concerning the heat. 

Mr. Carter is wearing one of those smiles that won’t rub off 
for he thinks he has really accomplished a very shrewd piece 
of head work for he has racked his old brain all summer trying 
to decide on some definite scheme that would take Hugh out 
of Yorkville for a while, so everything possible has been done 
for the pleasure and comfort of these two young men, who will 
start early Monday morning. 

When Edith awoke Sunday morning the sun was stream¬ 
ing in through her windows and the little birds were singing 
so loud that it annoyed her, for she didn’t feel rested from her 
night’s sleep as she possessed a sad and lonely feeling and 
couldn’t tell why, unless it was to be the last time she would 
be with Hugh for some time and perhaps the last time she 
would see him before she went to Chicago. 

Nevertheless she arose, bathed her face many times, but 
all the while she couldn’t keep hack the tears that seemed so 
determined to flow down her cheeks. 

While these thoughts were going through her mind she 
hastily dressed for breakfast; yet all the experiences of the 
vacation made the girl contemplate. 

She was in no mood to sing this morning and sing she 
could not. It was a hot summer morning and with no breeze 
stirring to temper the torrid atmosphere, it furnished a good 
excuse for many vacant seats at church. Quite a few members 
of the congregation were away on their vacations, but the 
Carters were all occupying their respective places. 

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Mr. Carter was trying to get the worth of his money, so 
it made no difference — heat or cold was all the same to him, 
for he thought the only way to get the benefit of his pledge 
was to attend church. 

Rev. Allen made no mention of the omission of Edith’s 
selection only announced the hymns for the morning service, 
at which everyone thought he had overlooked the best part of 
the services. 

He took for his text this morning the following: “What 
will it profit a man if he gain the whole world and lose his 
own soul?” or “What can a man give in exchange for his 
soul?” 

He dealt directly with the hoarding and greed for money 
and hurled no few missiles in his statements directly at Mr. 
Carter, or at any rate they went straight home to him as he 
felt they were aimed at him, so this sermon along with others 
Rev. Allen had delivered had the desired effect. 

He had never heard the text dealt with in this manner 
and its truths sank deep into his heart and furnished food for 
thought for many days to come. 

He now began to realize he could not hope to obtain 
heaven with his hand firmly gripping his pocket book, for his 
sole aim in life had been to gain and hoard treasures of this 
world. He had very little to say to his family during the 
dinner hour, and after reading a while in the afternoon and 
gaining no interest or solace from his perusal he decided to 
take a walk and thereby give himself better opportunity for 
meditation. 

“Mother” said he, “I am going for a little walk, but will 
be back before luncheon and I may stop at the store a short 
time on my return.” 


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“All right, you may walk if you so desire, but as for my¬ 
self, I am going to try and be as comfortable as I can here at 
home for this heat almost suffocates me. ’ ’ 

He went to the hall, picked up his Panama and started 
out. He was going somewhere but he didn’t know where. 

The one vital thing that was gnawing at his heart was, he 
had been the means of Hugh and Robert taking the trip that 
was to have its beginning in the morning and the main and 
only reason of it all was to come between Hugh and Edith. 

He was thoroughly convinced he had done wrong but it 
was too late now to stop it without exposing his mean incen¬ 
tives. 

By that time he had walked to the old pond on the prem¬ 
ises of Deacon Jones, and sitting near the pond of old stagnant 
water protected from the hot rays of the sun by the boughs of 
an old spreading oak he made a solemn declaration that: if 
the boys get back home unharmed from this trip never again 
will Hugh’s father be guilty of any such actions. 

Contemplating over the serious experience of the day he 
mused: “I too am very much pleased with my son’s choice of 
the feminine sex, for if she pleases him I am quite sure she 
will suit me.” 

He arose, took out his handkerchief, mopped the perspira¬ 
tion from his face, looked at his shirt sleeves that were dripping 
wet, and said: “It was hard work, but I feel much better 
mentally and spiritually.” He had made a full surrender of 
his greed for gold, while sitting there on the banks of the old 
familiar pond, and could return home to his family a changed 
and better man which in due time they would discover. 

As he retraced his steps he hummed that old familiar 
hymn: 


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‘ ‘ Take my life and let it be consecrated Lord to Thee, 
Take my silver and my gold, 

Not a mite would I withhold.” 

His wife was still sitting in the yard when he returned 
and the first she knew of his presence was when she felt his 
hands laid gently on her shoulders, when he asked: “Where 
is Emily?” 

“Oh Joe, you frightened me! but Emily and Robert have 
gone with Hugh and Edith this afternoon and they are going 
to eat their lunch at Coleman’s spring, then drive into church 
this evening.” 

“Well, wife, these four young people do certainly enjoy 
themselves, and don’t you know it recalls to my mind our 
young days and many incidents connected with our little love 
affairs. ’ ’ 

“Yes; but Joe, you had rather a hard row to hoe as you 
recall all the opposition you had to encounter as my father was 
so bitterly opposed to you, and you know it was all because 
you were a poor boy and I the only child of wealthy parents. 
It was not that my father found any fault with you as a man 
for such was not the case, it was all on account of money, and 
I do earnestly and sincerely hope and trust that we may never 
lay such a stumbling block as this in the way of our children 
if they are only fortunate enough to find some good worthy 
companion, regardless of dollars and cents.” 

“Yes, yes, wife, I agree with you, for after all there is 
much to take into consideration besides money,” at which 
statement she almost fell from her chair. 

She was adding fresh fuel to the fire by her last remarks 
but was wholly unconscious of it for she didn’t know where 

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he had been or what his thoughts were; while he had been 
sitting out on the banks of the old pond, nevertheless, they 
had the desired effect upon him and he felt so guilty that he 
found an excuse to enter the house in quest of a drink of cold 
lemonade. Just about the same time they were having their 
heated controversy concerning riches four young people, in 
whom they both had a deep interest, were sitting near Cole¬ 
man’s spring, enjoying the dainty and delicious refreshment 
that had been prepared by the girls, all unconscious of any 
impending evil or misfortune that might befall them. 

Had you been permitted to enter Rev. Allen’s home at 
this time, and wend your way up to Ray’s room, you would 
have found him very busy, but carefully and hurriedly col¬ 
lecting his belongings. 

None of his family knew anything about his plans or 
when or where he was going, as they didn’t know he was con¬ 
templating leaving home. 

He had watched all the proceedings of Hugh and Edith all 
summer with a jealous eye and had made a solemn vow to get 
even with Hugh no matter what the cost might be. He fully 
intended to be present at Christian Endeavor, but by the time 
his father had finished his evening discourse he expected to 
be many miles distant from Yorkville. 

He had lived a rather shiftless life all summer and had 
manifested no inclination to work, as this was wholly out of 
his line of business. He had often expressed a desire to 
attend the State University of Illinois but his father had never 
made known to him what his decisions were concerning his 
future education. 


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Had he been endowed with the right principles he would 
have found a willing father ready to make any sacrifices neces- 
say to help further his education. 

He and Tom Moore had been in company too much during 
his vacation for his own personal good, and all the admoni¬ 
tions from his father fell like drops of water from a duck’s 
back: all without avail. 

The unconscious influence that Tom Moore possessed was 
having its lasting effects upon Ray and was dragging him 
down to a lower level of things. 

The air was close and sultry on this summer evening, so 
Rev. Allen said: ‘ ‘ I will make my remarks brief. ’ ’ 

When he arose to deliver his sermon he noticed Ray was 
not a member of his audience but gave himself no special un¬ 
easiness, but decided the young man would give an account 
of his whereabouts when he came home. 

The four young people heretofore mentioned arrived at 
the church happy in mind, buoyant in spirit, for without a 
doubt they had spent a most enjoyable evening, and not until 
goodbyes had been said and each started for their respective 
places of abode was their cup of joy turned to sadness. 

The new Cadillac, resplendent in beauty, that had occu¬ 
pied a prominent place in the Carter home only a short time 
and tonight had been parked near the church, was nowhere to 
be found after Hugh and Edith had walked up and down the 
walk several times trying to locate it. 

Hugh sat down on the church steps, clasped his hands 
tightly together in his lap for a moment in thought, then 
lifting his head said: ‘ ‘ The quicker it is over with the better I 
will feel, but Dad will be perfectly furious.” 

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With pallor of face and unsteady voice Hugh approached 
his father saying: “Edith is waiting at the gate and to make 
my errand as brief as possible, I must say, I suppose our car 
has been stolen.” 

Thinking when he had finished that he would hear a vol¬ 
ume of explosive terms and a genuine upheaval he waited a 
few moments and then the clear, calm, composed voice of his 
father startled him when he said: “This is a sad state of 
affairs, but there is no cause for such excitement . 5 ’ After the 
family had assembled and Edith had been invited to join them 
in the hall, Mr. Carter stated that he had done all possible to 
lead to the arrest of the thieves, after leaving the telephone 
communicating with the officials of all the near-by towns. 

Mr. Carter’s actions so greatly astonished his family that 
they stared first at one and then the other in great amazement. 
It didn’t take news of this kind long to spread with great 
rapidity so it wasn’t long until everyone in town and much 
of the surrounding country had learned the intelligence of the 
stolen car. 

All unmindful that anything unusual had occurred or 
that his son at that moment was a fugitive from justice, Kev. 
Allen, with his Bible gently tucked under his arm preceded 
his family a few paces and reached home first. 

Immediately he went directly to his son’s room and there 
beheld a disorderly confusion of things which indicated its 
former occupant had taken an abrupt leave of absence. 

Standing in the door stock-still and muttering something 
scarcely audible his wife found him wholly unable to master 
his feeling sufficiently to offer any advanced theory concerning 
the whereabouts of their son. 


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The father’s portion was a long and sleepless night for 
sleep was out of the question. It was no wonder the silver 
threads were becoming more numerous, scattered throughout 
his deep black hair, for Ray in a measure was responsible for 
their appearance. 

The news of the stolen car together with the disappearance 
of Tom Moore reached the parsonage the following morning, 
which caused Rev. Allen to be threatened with a nervous 
breakdown. He immediately completed his arrangements to 
spend the remainder of the month with his brother and family 
at their beautiful country home near Marion, Ohio. 

A whole week has passed and yet no trace of the car, nor 
apprehension of the thieves has been gained. Hugh and 
Robert had delayed their trip for some few days, thinking 
perhaps on account of the reward offered the car would be 
recovered. But the following Monday morning before the sun 
had risen far above the tree tops of Yorkville and had spent 
its entire force on the mercury, the new Ford roadster occupied 
by two handsome looking young men, drove away from the 
Carter home. 

There were many good-byes, plenty of advice as to pre¬ 
caution and safety with requests to write often and keep the 
family well in touch with them at all times. 

Three or four days had passed bringing no news of the 
car, so reluctantly Mr. Carter stated to one of the clerks in the 
store late one afternoon: “ I have about given up all hopes of 
recovering the car, or that the thieves will be apprehended.” 
In a short time he went over to his desk and for the first time 
since the afternoon spent at the pond had he found any time 
for deep thinking, for the hurry of packing and departures 
together with the excitement of the stolen car had not only 

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kept him but his entire household in the state of turmoil for 
more than a week. 

After lowering the window shade a trifle in order to shut 
out the hot sun that was streaming through and falling directly 
on his desk, he seated himself in his chair, pulled another up 
for his feet to rest on, threw himself back, closed his eyes and 
was then lost to all his present surroundings. 

He went back to the time of the class play and lived the 
whole time over again up to the present, studied the whole 
condition of his family, both past and present, noted the 
marked degree of change and wound up by giving vent to 
his feelings by saying: “She is responsible for all.” At which 
one of the clerks immediately inquired, saying: “Did you 
wish to speak to me?” 7 

Jumping up and pulling at the leg of his trousers he said: 
‘ ‘ Oh, no, no, I must have been dreaming. ’’ 

Suddenly, moved by an irresistible impulse he arose and 
left the store, went directly to the post office and there received 
a long letter from Hugh. 

“This is really gratifying,” he soliloquized after he had 
learned of the pleasure and enjoyment the two young men 
were having; then said: “It wasn’t a bad proposition, after 
all.” 

‘ ‘ Have you any news concerning our car ? ’ ’ asked his wife 
when he returned home. 

“No; but I have a letter from Hugh.” 

“Prom all I can understand they are enjoying themselves 
immensely and are always on the lookout for Ray Allen and 
Tom Moore,” said Mrs. Carter smilingly, after she had read 
the letter. 


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“I wouldn’t mind capturing them myself,” joined in 
Emily, “then I would get the reward.” 

Glancing over the dinner table where they were seated, 
her father said: ‘ ‘ Tomorrow their freedom may he wrenched 
from them leaving them with nothing to live for, nothing to 
hope.” 

Tom Moore had cultivated a generous supply of bitter 
hatred for Hugh because he had ceased all acquaintance — 
severed his friendship with his sister Grace. Ray disliked him 
because he had striven to make of himself a man of noble 
character and won the esteem and friendship of the beautiful 
and accomplished daughter of Mr. Melton. 

The foregoing reasons were responsible for the disappear¬ 
ance of Mr. Carter’s ear. 

They were like the hunted fox, they turned hither, thither 
in their flight to avoid being overtaken and captured. 

Driving at night, sleeping through the day in some remote 
place, stealing their gas from farmers and those who happened 
to live along their route of travel was the life of these two 
fugitives from justice for almost two weeks, and yet no trace 
of them could be ascertained. 

More than once they had said: “I would like to know 
what some of the old loafers of Yorkville would give if they 
could capture us and get the reward. ’ ’ 

Nevertheless, they didn’t wish to satisfy their curiosity 
sufficiently to justify them in returning home in order to 
learn what the residents or their families thought of their 
recent conduct. 

Hugh and Robert had spent the greater part of the time 
allotted for their trip so now we find them wending their way 
back toward the rushing waters of the Ohio river, that sweeps 

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in many graceful curves and attracts many to its banks on 
account of beautiful historic scenery, dotted here and there 
along its peaceful borders. 

The last letter had been received from Mrs. Jackson prior 
to Edith’s departure as only a short time would elapse before 
she would bid a fond adieu to her pets on the farm and take up 
her residence of abode in the Windy City. 

She was profoundly fond of Nature so had taken a long 
ride that morning and spent some little time at the dear old 
spring. 

As she arose to remount her horse she took a long and 
lasting view of this spot, and with a deep sigh mingled with an 
occasional tear drop she bid it farewell. 

With her hat tucked under her arm she came galloping in, 
rode up to the gate and inquired about the mail. 

‘ ‘ Where have you been ? ’ ’ inquired the mother. 

“Oh, just out for a ride. Did I get a letter?” 

“Yes.” 

“Will you please bring it to me, mother?” 

She drew her horse up under the shade of an old locust 
tree that stood in the driveway and there she sat until she 
had read this letter; then in a loud voice called to her mother 
and said, as a happy laugh rang out in her voice: ‘ ‘ The boys 
will be home Saturday evening. ’ 9 

This was Thursday and not a drop of rain had fallen 
since they left, and in fact there had been no signs of rain 
until Thursday evening when the clouds began to form in the 
west and obscure the setting sun. 

Some time during the night the gentle rain began to fall 
and when morning dawned it showed no signs of relenting, but 
continued through the remainder of the week with only short 

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intervals between the downpour until Saturday found every¬ 
thing flooded. 

“This is some dark fainy night and I could sleep better 
if I knew where the boys were,” said Mr. Carter to his wife, 
whom he found sitting on the porch when he returned from 
the store. 

‘ ‘ I have been sitting here waiting for you and, too, think¬ 
ing perhaps they might drive in any moment. ’ ’ 

The patter of rain against the window together with the 
sighing and moaning of the wind produced a sleepless night 
for Mrs. Carter, for her ears were all attention listening for 
the well known call of her son. 

Sometime during the night she was alarmed by the con¬ 
stant ringing of the telephone. In a stage of hysterical excite¬ 
ment she aroused her husband who hurried to answer its sum¬ 
mons. At once he recognized Robert’s voice, at which instant 
he began to shake like he had a chill and it was some few 
seconds before he could master himself sufficiently to talk, 
nevertheless he caught the words as they fell from Robert’s 
lips: “We have had an accident, Hugh is hurt, don’t know 
how serious, come at once.” 

After the receiver clicked, his knees smote together, and 
weakened in strength he had to sit at the foot of the stairs for 
a while before he could assure himself safe landing at the top. 
With knees trembling he managed to get to the hall, and im¬ 
parted the news of the accident to his wife. 

It would be at least two hours before dawn would appear 
in the east, and a dense fog that had gathered during the 
night helped to intensify the gloom of the approaching morn¬ 
ing. 


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The accident occurred about 9:00 o’clock P. M. Saturday, 
forty miles from Yorkville, near a little town called Hillview. 

They had stopped for gas and water and were driving 
trying to reach home against tremendous odds. 

Shortly after leaving this village, as they were ascending 
a steep hill, a large touring car appeared over the top, Hugh’s 
first impulse was to steer just as far as possible to the right, 
for the big car was coming with so much speed and seemed to 
the boys directly in front of them. The hill was slippery and 
in another instant the car gave a lurch and hit the Ford 
roadster and sent it sprawling into the ditch, but the driver 
made no attempt to stop and render any assistance to the 
injured. 

After some time Robert managed to crawl out, bedaubed 
with mud and water, unharmed, only suffered a few scratches, 
but he had a serious time to disengage Hugh who had suffered 
a broken limb together with cuts and bruises and was lying in 
a semi-conscious state of mind. 

Robert summoned help from a near-by farmhouse where 
Hugh was taken and everything possible that medical aid 
could do had been done to relieve his sufferings. 


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After the Accident 

R ESTING quite comfortably in a neatly and somewhat 
attractive bedroom on a bed furnished with spotless 
white linen, Hugh began smiling when he heard the well- 
known voice of his father as he entered this home that had 
shared all their comforts with the unfortunate youth, and in 
an agitated voice he said: “How is my son resting by this 
time?” In another instant he was ushered into his presence 
and after grasping his hand for a moment he said: “Well, my 
boy, judging from the appearance of everything, your acci¬ 
dent couldn’t have happened at a better place.” 

After holding a consultation with the attending physi¬ 
cian, learning it would be impossible to remove Hugh for some 
little time, he then delivered many orders and instructions to 
the nurse who had scarcely been with the patient long enough 
to learn the true situation of the case. 

Notwithstanding the fact that his father had done all 
possible that money could do to help further a speedy recovery, 
he couldn’t restrain the tears that seemed determined to flow 
when Robert and his father took him by the hand late Monday 
evening and bade him good-bye. 

Standing in the flower garden with an armful of fresh 
asters and taking a general survey of everything, Edith’s 
attention was arrested by the well-known voice of Emily who 
preceded Robert some little distance as they came down the 
walk to the house early the next morning. 


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The first to greet her ears was an interrogative from Emily 
who said: ‘‘ When do you go to Chicago ? ’ ’ 

‘ ‘ I will leave Friday afternoon, ’ ’ was the answer. 

‘‘Can’t you postpone going until next week?” asked 
Robert, “and perhaps by that time Hugh will be home.” 

‘ ‘ I think it doubtful as all arrangements have been made 
for me to start Friday; besides mother has written the Jack- 
sons to this effect.” 

Vividly a full account of the accident, together with the 
exact condition of Hugh, was stated by Robert who noticed the 
pained expression on Edith’s face as she said: “It is too bad, 
but I suppose it was unavoidable, so whatever our lot, be it 
pain or joy, we must be content. ’ ’ 

When they drove away leaving Edith standing by the 
gate she held in her hand a letter with the old familiar hand¬ 
writing across the envelope which read as follows: 

Dear Edith : 

I am sending you this note by my faithful old 
friend, for I know you have worried no little con¬ 
cerning me; but cheer up, as it could have been much 
worse. When I regained consciousness my first 
thoughts were of you and the possibility of your going 
away without seeing you. 

I am out in the country, but have found good 
friends who have done all possible to make me com¬ 
fortable ; nevertheless, I assure you I am expecting to 
see you before you leave as I think I may come home 
the latter part of the week. 

Father and Robert are going soon, so I must 
hasten and close by asking you to write me a long 

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letter telling me all about yourself and state the exact 

date of your departure. 

I am always yours, 

Hugh. 

Address, Hill View, Ohio, 

c/o T. C. Hill, R. F. D. No. 3. 

She thoroughly devoured every word this little missive 
contained, covered its pages with no few tear drops for her 
heart was almost broken. After the answer had been written, 
sealed, and addressed she hastily made a few requisite changes 
in her dress, announced to her mother as she passed out of the 
house “I am going to the post office’’ and was soon seen 
perched on Black Beauty galloping away toward Yorkville. 

“Has the mail come yet?” asked Hugh, Wednesday morn¬ 
ing, an hour or two before the usual time of the rural delivery, 
when he was informed it wasn’t time for the mail. 

Again in a short time it re-occurred to him to ask the same 
question, and was again informed to the same effect, at which 
his nurse said: “You must be expecting some very important 
mail.” 

“I am,” replied Hugh. 

It wasn’t long until she left the room and when she re¬ 
turned she smiled and said: “ I suppose this will call for miles 
of smiles,” as she handed him a very neatly addressed enve¬ 
lope. 

After reading it he tucked it under his pillow, and some 
time during the afternoon he gave it a second reading, then 
soon became restless and discontented. Calling the nurse to 
his bed and carefully scanning the expression on her face as 

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he asked a question; he said: ‘‘Will I be able to go home Fri¬ 
day morning ? ’ ’ 

“No, I think not. The doctor said this morning he didn’t 
think it advisable for you to go for some time.” 

“But, I am going.” 

“How are you going if the doctor has advised other¬ 
wise?” 

“I can be taken in an ambulance,” was the decisive 
answer. 

‘ ‘ What has made you so restless, Mr. Carter ? ’ ’ 

‘ ‘ Oh, nothing special, — only decided to go home. ’ ’ 

She took his temperature early in the evening and learned 
he showed symptoms of rising temperature, and turning to 
him she said: “For a speedy recovery much will depend on 
the way you conduct yourself, as quiet and rest are the most 
essential in your case.” 

Later in the evening he called her to the bed a second time 
saying: “Will you please call my parents, for I wish them to 
come tomorrow?” 

“Yes, if you think it best,” was the reply. 

The barking of a big Newfoundland dog and the honk of 
a car announced the arrival of Mr. and Mrs. Carter early in 
the forenoon the following day when they found Hugh very 
nervous and discontented. 

“I am very sorry, but I couldn’t sanction anything of the 
sort,” said the Doctor, after Mr. Carter had used all his per¬ 
suasive powers urging him to grant his son’s removal. 

Again later in the day he was consulted in regard to the 
matter a second time and again he said: “ I hate refusing you, 
but it would be contrary to my better judgment although this 
is your own personal affair, so if you deem it advisable and you 

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can secure the services of the nurse, as I consider her espe¬ 
cially good, in an ambulance he could probably make the trip 
without much danger. 

At once everything in connection with the homeward 
bound trip that was needed to complete their arrangements 
was put into operation, but when told they couldn’t secure an 
ambulance until Friday afternoon it seemed a disappointment 
too great for Hugh. 

“And her train leaves at four-thirty p. m.,” he mused: 
determined not to be detained by any such petty hindrances, 
Hugh said: ‘ ‘ Father call an ambulance from home. ’ ’ 

“Capital idea, my son, and your orders shall be obeyed.” 

With a speed exceeding any former record the ambulance 
made the trip and soon started on its return with the injured 
young man and the nurse, the father and mother following in 
another car. 

They would have reached home about two o’clock in the 
afternoon if the driver of the ambulance had used a little 
more precaution, but instead he neglected oil and conse¬ 
quently burned out a bearing which meant a delay of several 
hours. 

The anxious time spent in waiting can scarcely be de¬ 
scribed although they meant to Edith a departure without 
good-bye and to Hugh a sore trial of disappointment and to 
Mr. Carter a cupful of remorse. 

The smoke from the train that bore Edith away had 
scarcely died away in the distance until an ambulance with a 
car driving close in the rear made their appearance in York- 
ville and soon parked directly in front of the Carter residence. 

“I feel much better than I have at any time since the 
accident,” said Hugh after he had been gently laid on his 

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dear old bed and inhaled the fragrance of the roses that Edith 
had delivered that afternoon enroute for the station. 

‘ ‘ I knew you were coming home, my son, if it had required 
your Dad to walk and carry you every jump of the way, ’ ’ said 
Mr. Carter, as he stood at the foot of the bed anxious to learn 
if he could render any further assistance in order to make 
Hugh more comfortable. 

By this time Hugh had been made to feel everybody and 
everything around the home was ready to do his beck and call. 
Edith was many miles distant, still speeding on with no end 
of her journey in sight. It was perhaps half to three-quarters 
of an hour late when the train pulled into the Union Station at 
Chicago. 

“I am very sorry to have kept you waiting,” said Edith 
as she passed through the gate, and her hand was being tightly 
held by Mrs. Jackson, who seemed overjoyed that the young 
lady who seemed more like a daughter than anything else had 
arrived. 

“Will your folks be anxious about you?” asked Mr. Jack- 
son, as he advanced and gave her a warm greeting. Then the 
trio started home. 

She found her new home beautiful and commodious and 
the tall gray stone mansion was all so very unlike her own little 
quiet home with its flowers, birds, bees and pets that she wasn’t 
real sure she was going to be contented here. 

Tired and weary from her journey she sought her own 
apartment early in the evening after having tried in vain 
effort to make herself an agreeable conversationalist. The air 
off the lake cooled and soothed her flushed cheeks as she sat by 
the window that had been thrown wide open to admit the 
nightly breezes that were blowing at a high rate of speed. 

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Words were utterly inadequate to express her feelings when 
she arose from the window, tried the best she could to write 
two letters, one to Hugh and one to her parents, without di¬ 
vulging a twinge of loneliness. 

On the path of flight of time day after day, week after 
week the amazing rapidity with which Hugh recovered steadily 
increased until he had gained sufficiently in strength to enable 
him to enter Harvard University. During the lapse of recent 
time many unexpected happenings had taken place: among 
them was Rev. Allen’s resignation. 

The letter stated his general health was much improved 
but after due and careful consideration he deemed it best to 
seek a new field of labor. 

The few weeks following his resignation brought nearer 
the holiday season in which the characters of our story are 
looking forward to with heightened desire, enriched by the 
thought of the reuniting of family circles. 

To the casual observer students are running along in a 
monotonous groove, visionarily scenting the black curling 
smoke of the big locomotive as they board the train that will 
carry them back to “Home Sweet Home.” 


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CHAPTER XII 


The Capture of Two Thieves 

D URING the first few weeks that followed after the holi¬ 
days, it seemed rather a difficult task for each and every¬ 
one to settle hack to their old daily routine of work. 

Mr. and Mrs. Melton were agreeably pleased with the 
marked progress Edith was making and with what rapid 
strides she was gaining in the musical world, that they could 
now see the dawn of their long cherished hopes materialized. 

Shortly after Edith’s departure they received a long 
letter from Rev. Allen, filled with grateful thanks and sincere 
appreciation of their Christmas remembrance and also stating 
he had never heard one word from Ray. 

This Christmas present for Rev. Allen had been selected 
and purchased by Mr. Melton himself and not until it was 
ready to be sent on its mission, did he make known to his 
family his intentions of remembering his old pastor. 

Kind words and kind wishes although they seem small. 
Yet, they have a deep meaning that appeals to us all. 

A few weeks later Mr. Melton hurried home from York- 
ville to inform his wife that Mr. Carter had heard that Ray 
Allen and Tom Moore had been arrested in the southern part 
of Tennessee. 

A deputy sheriff had called to see Mr. Carter and he had 
been convinced beyond all doubt that they had the right par¬ 
ties lodged in jail. 


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After Mr. Melton had stated all the particulars he knew 
concerning the case, Mrs. Melton asked, ‘ 1 Has Mr. Carter sent 
any word to Ray’s father ? ’ ’ 

“No, I think not/’ said he, “what would be the need of 
causing him a lot of worry and unnecessary anxiety until they 
find out for a certainty that they are the right parties. 

“Mr. Carter told me this morning ‘that he felt very sorry 
for Ray’s father but added, he sure would like to see those two 
young gents get what was rightfully due them. ’ ’ ’ 

“Well, David, if it be true that they have them in custody, 
do you think they will be sent to the penitentiary ? ’ ’ 

“Now, wife, I can’t say as to that, but I rather think Ray 
Allen might escape on account of his age, but I believe I am 
right in saying that Tom Moore will be sent up for a while, and 
don’t you know that I think it is just where they both ought 
to be.” 

‘ ‘ Certainly so; but David think of Ray’s father and how 
hard he has striven to make something worth while out of him, 
and now to me this seems rather poor recompense.” 

“True enough, but mother’s youngsters these days don’t 
have much respect for the ones to whom they owe much 
gratitude. 

“It just seems to me that they are as different as day is 
from night, to what they were when you and I were growing 
up. 

“For an illustration, just let me relate to you what I saw 
this morning as I was riding out of town: 

“My attention was attracted by the loud yells of a child 
and on looking around I saw Mrs. Johnston trying to drag that 
young son of hers into the yard. 

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“I rode on mechanically and let Black Beauty take her 
own time, in order to see what the outcome would be. 

“By rapid kicking and scraping he managed to dis¬ 
engage himself and went running down the street to where the 
other children were and as I rode on I heard her tell him to 
come back, and he yelled back, he would not. 

“Now wife, as I rode along I thought of the ‘Unconscious 
Influence’ of that mother and what could she expect of her son 
in later years.” 

“David, there are exceptions to all things and I am cer¬ 
tainly glad indeed that our children have stayed with their 
early training, and may it be so well grafted into their minds 
that they will never forget or be disloyal to the seed sown in 
early childhood, for ‘the way the twig is bent the tree is in¬ 
clined.’ ” 

“Well, wife, judging by what I saw this morning, I rather 
think this Johnston lad will be somewhat of a bent sapling.” 

“David, had I told you about the little conversation Mrs. 
Carter and I had the other day ? ’ ’ 

“No, I think not.” 

“Well, we were speaking about Emily and her approach¬ 
ing marriage and I remarked, that Edith would miss her very 
much as they were such devoted friends. 

“Mrs. Carter replied by saying, ‘that she was indeed glad 
to know that Edith and Emily had cultivated such warm and 
lasting friendship.’ 

“She furthermore stated, ‘it was the sweet unconscious 
influence of Edith that had wrought such a marked change in 
their home and it was she who had rescued Hugh and had 
helped to make of him the refined and noble man he now is. ’ ” 


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After blowing his nose vehemently and clearing his throat 
so as to speak, he said, 1 ‘ ‘ In the morning sow thy seed, and in 
the evening withhold not thy hand, for thou knowest not 
whether shall prosper this or that or whether they both shall 
be alike.’ ” 

Shortly after Mr. and Mrs. Melton had had this conversa¬ 
tion about their daughter, and the other young people hereto¬ 
fore mentioned, they were convinced that the two boys who 
had stolen Mr. Carter’s car had been located, for the daily 
paper contained an account of their arrest. 

They had been arrested for operating a confidence game 
and on further investigation concerning the character of the 
young men, it was learned, they were wanted at Yorkville, 
Ohio, on a charge of having stolen Mr. Carter’s car. 

The paper furthermore stated they would be brought back 
for trial. 

The insurance company had never given up the search for 
them and they were inexpressibly grateful to those, who had 
proven themselves so competent, in accomplishing the task 
they had set out to do. 

Judging by the opinion of the public in general they 
would not get any sympathy, and without a doubt be sen¬ 
tenced to a term of imprisonment. 

It created no little excitement, when the train (bringing 
the young men home) pulled up at the station in Yorkville. 

Many in number were the curious crowd of spectators 
who watched them lodged in the county jail. 

Shouts and jeers from the crowd could be heard such as, 
“How did you enjoy your ride in the Cadillac?” “Guess you 
are going where you won’t take so many joy rides,” and many 
others similar to these until the two boys were out of hearing. 


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Tom Moore held his head high in the air, with that defiant, 
and dare-devil look he possessed, but Ray Allen had a downcast 
look and could look no one squarely in the face. 

When the day was set for their hearing, they were found 
guilty, and bound over to await the action of the grand jury 
and as they could not furnish bond they were returned to jail. 
This would necessitate a long stay within the dingy, gloomy 
old prison walls, as it would be some little time before the cir¬ 
cuit court would convene. 

Mr. Melton had gone in town to hear the trial, so that 
evening he was going to try and comply with Rev. Allen’s 
request to write him the results, as he himself could not attend. 

It was with an unsteady hand and moist eyes, with an 
occasional drop of moisture on his paper that he finished and 
sealed the letter to Ray’s father. 

He could not in a measure but feel sorry for the boy, who 
had the best of training and who might have developed into 
manhood with a character and purpose in life so essential to 
those who have lofty ideals, and strong personality. 

Many times during their stay in jail did Mr. Melton find 
it convenient to call on them and always taking with him some 
periodicals, such as he deemed best for them to read. These 
calls had become a source of joy to the boys, and they were 
ever looking forward to other calls as he always took with him 
words of cheer and always made applicable this passage, “We 
that are strong ought to bear the infirmities of the weak. ’ ’ 

Mr. Melton used this passage as applying to spiritual 
weakness. 

Neither of the boys had any relatives in Yorkville, as the 
Moore family had moved some months ago. 

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It was on his return home after having made one of his 
morning calls that Mrs. Melton had in store for him a most 
delightful surprise, and one he had long been anxiously await¬ 
ing. 

“Here is a letter from Edith,” said his wife, as she handed 
him the envelope that contained the surprise. 

He scarcely could believe his own eyes, and had to re-read 
it to make sure he had not been mistaken. 

She had stated in her letter, that by special request, she 
had consented to sing at one of the large churches in Chicago 
the following Sunday. 

By means of the radio system her voice would be sent 
broadcast over the country and at this time, Dr. Ellis would 
deliver a forceful sermon. 

The Melton home had been equipped with one of the 
largest receiving radio instruments in the surrounding coun¬ 
try, so it made it quite possible (by using an extra attach¬ 
ment) for all in the room to hear at the same time. Guy was 
very enthusiastic over the matter and spent the greater part 
of his time the remainder of the week putting his instrument 
in perfect working order, in order to obtain the best results 
possible. 

Sunday evening found the Melton home filled with many 
guests, who by special request had come to hear Edith sing. 

The evening was an ideal one for radio fans and this 
assembly of friends and neighbors could hear very distinctly 
and clear every word sent out from the church in Chicago. 

Edith rendered most beautifully that old familiar hymn, 
“The Old Rugged Cross” and when she had finished, and her 
voice had died away, in the room on looking around, there was 
not a dry eye to be seen. 


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No one of the company had enjoyed the evening more 
fully, than Mr. Carter and to him it was a source of joy to 
hear the voice of the one who by her unconscious influence had 
turned the tide of his whole life, and not only his, but his 
entire family. 

After all, it seemed to him that life was much sweeter, 
home more peaceful and pleasant, and troubles less numerous 
than ever before. There had been a missing link in the home 
since Hugh had gone away to college, for no member of the 
family could have been more deeply missed than he, with his 
bright beaming countenance and his sunny smiles for all. It 
was no unusual occurrence these days for Mr. Carter to find 
time for rest and to enjoy many pleasant evenings with his 
wife and family and ever ready to comply with their wishes 
and to serve them in the capacity of a devoted husband and 
loving father. 

Emily’s home ties were soon to be severed and it was 
with deep sighs that Mrs. Carter let her mind dwell on the 
coming event. Not that she was displeased in anyway what¬ 
ever by Emily’s choice, for such was not the case, but never¬ 
theless, the willing hands, always ready to do some little thing 
that needed to be done just at a certain time, would greatly 
be missed by all the family. 

Neither Edith nor Hugh came home for the Easter vaca¬ 
tion, for at this season of the year it doesn’t take long for a 
few spring months to roll by and then they could come to stay. 

Already nature had burst the fruit tree buds into full 
bloom, and now we can inhale the fragrance of the apple, 
peach and plum blossoms and hear the loud twitter of birds 
as they fly from branch to branch, and the buzzing of bees, 

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as they gather the honey and go laden with it to deposit in 
their hives. 

So after the petals begin to fall like snow on the ground 
and the young fruit can be seen on the trees, it isn’t long 
until the June rose buds begin to swell and in due time burst 
forth sending with them their perfume that ladens the air 
near them so: when this time of the season arrives it will find 
the Carter home with its inmates in perfect readiness for a 
nuptial event. 

To Edith this season of the year imparted a certain degree 
of sadness, for heretofore she had been at liberty to take long 
strolls and to gather the wild flowers that grew in great 
abundance near her home, so this denial meant much to her. 

However, in dwelling on this thought she consoled her¬ 
self by saying it would not be long until her old familiar 
walks and her gentle horse would be privileged to enjoy her 
existing presence again. 

In a recent letter from Emily, she had imparted all the 
minute details concerning her wedding, stating she expected 
her to contribute her voice at this time. She had also advised 
her of the fact that Hugh and Margaret Page were to be their 
attendants and that Margaret would be a house guest some 
little while previous to the wedding. After reading Emily’s 
letter she was very tired and restless, but decided it was 
brought on by the extra amount of time she was devoting to 
her music. 

More than once Mrs. Jackson had advised her of the fact 
that she was overdoing herself, and if she did not stop and 
consider she would meet with a nervous breakdown. 

“It is perfectly natural,” said Edith, “for all normal 
human beings to have sad and lonely feelings at times, so I am 

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no exception to the rule. Nevertheless I don’t believe in 
encouraging these feelings, therefore to a certain degree, I will 
try and dismiss them from my mind.” 

It was only a few days after this that she found on her 
return home in the evening a letter waiting for her with its 
old familiar handwriting and Harvard post-mark. 

It was freighted as usual with love and tender yearnings 
for her associations, and he was now counting the weeks and 
almost the days when they both would bid adieu to their 
respective schools and be at home again. 

She felt much better after she had read Hugh’s letter 
and was really vexed at herself for having entertained such 
unpleasant feeling as she had, after lingering on the contents 
of Emily’s. 

After reading Emily’s letter again a few days later, she 
really had to confess there was not one word or statement in 
the whole letter to cause her uneasiness, yet to be real frank 
with herself, she must confess she had felt just a trifle twinge 
of jealousy course through her veins. 

It was perfectly natural for Margaret Page to be one of 
the honored guests at the Carter home and to assist Emily in 
any way she could previous to the wedding, for it was to be one 
of the most prominent weddings that Yorkville had ever wit¬ 
nessed, so that now after due consideration Edith looked upon 
the event like a wise and sensible girl should have done. 

If so inclined it becomes very easy to borrow trouble, 
especially if one feels a little out of sorts, — much more so than 
to dispel it. 

Altogether, Edith possessed an unusual amount of self- 
will power so no matter what confronted her she was always 

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equal to the occasion, and she took much solace in the old 
saying, “Never trouble trouble till trouble troubles you.” 

She spent much time of late musing on the many happy 
days of her engagement and derived much pleasure in wearing 
the costly betrothal ring. 

She had made many friends, and had received much 
attention and praiseworthy comments in regard to her voice 
all which afforded her a certain degree of satisfaction but, 
more especially had she enjoyed the companionship of Mr. and 
Mrs. Jackson and the comforts of their beautiful home, which 
had been a source of inexpressible gratitude to her during her 
stay in the Windy City. 

As the weeks wore away and the days were so few in 
number prior to her departure she spent most of her spare 
time in collecting her small belongings (such as would be of 
no further service) and tucked them away in her trunk. 

Like most girls she liked to read over her old letters and 
on looking them over she found the one her mother had written 
her only recently saying, that the boys would soon know their 
fate as the Circuit Court would convene the first of June. 

She had been so busy lately engaged in her own personal 
interests, that she had not taken time to consider or give any 
thought to the trial. 

This was Saturday evening and Court would convene 
Monday morning, so it would not be long until they were to 
know their future destiny. 

“Can it be possible,” thought she, “and I am to go home 
next Friday.” It all seemed like a dream to her and she sat 
lost in thought almost motionless for some time, living over 
again the awful excitement and fear of that night when they 
stole the Cadillac. 


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The air was soft and balmy, the grass was still wet with 
the morning dew, and the birds perched just outside the 
windows were pouring forth their morning lay, when two 
hoys entered the court room for trial. 

The room was filled to its utmost capacity, and had you 
been sitting so as to get a full view of the prisoners, their 
faces would have afforded you an interesting subject for study. 

The windows had been thrown wide open to admit the 
fresh morning air, and as its refreshing draughts could be 
felt it was noticeable to see it play with an occasional lock of 
hair that was made to fall across their foreheads. 

They presented a sad and forsaken look, for no few times 
had Ray scanned the court room with wistful eyes, to get a 
glimpse of his father, but all without avail. 

The last communication Ray had received from his father 
stated, he did not think it advisable for him to be present at 
the trial as it would do neither of them any material good. 

Too, he had never consulted him in regard to getting into 
trouble, therefore knew he did not need his advice as to how to 
get out of it. 

The defendants were tried and found guilty and when 
the verdict of the jury was read it cast a spell of solemnity 
over the court room, and for a short pause nothing could be 
heard, save the rustling and fluttering of the court documents 
the breezes were playing with, and when they receded left 
them lying in a disorderly manner. 

After all, the residents of the town and surrounding coun¬ 
try were very well pleased with the sentence that had been 
given them and thought perhaps it might serve as a lesson to 
others, who might contemplate actions of similar nature. 


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Mr. Melton was one of the last to leave the court room, and 
before he left he bade the boys good-bye and clasping their 
hands in his fatherly way, he impressed upon their minds very 
emphatically to try and be real men no matter what the cost 
might be, for after all, said he, 1 ‘ it will pay. ’’ 

When Mr. Melton arrived home at noon his wife informed 
him that she had seen so little of him of late that she was 
beginning to think he would soon have his name associated with 
the Court House staff. 

‘ ‘ Oh no, wife, not so bad as all that; I just wanted to hear 
that trial through and did not propose missing one word of it 
without some providential hindrance.” 

11 Had you heard their sentence before I came home ? ’ 9 
“Yes, Mrs. Wilson had called me and told me. 

‘ 1 Do you think they entertained any feelings of regret 
for their past actions?” 

“Yes, I am justified in saying they did, for when I bid 
them good-bye, they could scarcely restrain the tears that 
seemed so determined to flow.” 

‘ ‘ Are you the only one who told them good-bye ? ’’ 

__ “No, there were several others and among them I noticed 
Mr. Carter, and I overheard him say to Ray, ‘ Follow the teach¬ 
ings of your dear old father for I have found them to be 
paths of pleasantness and ways of peace.’ ” 

This remark touched Mrs. Melton so much that she sobbed 
aloud, not that she was so overcome in regard to Ray but for 
his father, who had done such noble work and had been the 
instrument in convincing others that they could live the life 
worth while. 


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“Well,” said Mr. Melton, “I am real glad it is all over, 
and it may help to make of these two boys something of the 
better element in years to come. ’ ’ 

“Now, David, you know Edith will be home Saturday, and 
as there are so many little odds and ends to be done before 
she comes, I will have to press you into my service in order 
that I may accomplish all I wish to do.” 

“All right, mother, I am at your service; so what does 
your ladyship wish me to do first ? ’ ’ 

“Let me see, — I believe the first thing you may do for me 
after you have eaten your dinner, will be to take the car and 
run in town for Mrs. Jones as she has consented to come and 
help me the remainder of the week. I want to make some 
changes in Edith’s room and too, I almost forgot to tell you 
that there is some freight at the depot.” 

“What is the freight, mother?” 

“It is a bedroom suite for Edith’s room and I want to 
have it all in perfect order for her when she arrives as it will 
be such a pleasant surprise for her. She has expressed a desire 
so often for an ivory enameled suite, so I have purchased an 
elegant one of the Renaissance period. ’ ’ 

When Edith’s room had been given its last finishing touch, 
and the shades had been lowered a trifle to expel the hot rays 
of sun, it presented a very attractive appearance. 

The Melton home had undergone several minor changes 
but by hard work and long hours Mrs. Melton had been able to 
master all the tasks, so when the day dawned for Edith’s 
arrival, the old home looked very charming and inviting, with 
its cut flowers conspicuous in all the rooms and especially had 
a bouquet of tea roses been carefully arranged on Edith’s 


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dressing table and their fragrance had perfumed the whole 
room. 

A few potted plants occupied their respective places in the 
windows of the breakfast room that overlooked the flower 
garden. More time and labor had been spent on the flower 
garden this summer than in previous years, for all knew how 
fond Edith was of this favorite spot, and how dearly she 
loved flowers and in fact everything akin to nature. This 
garden occupied a space on the east side of the house, and by 
the thoughtful planning it was afforded with ample shade to 
any who might wish to stroll down its various paths, and 
inhale the perfume of its treasures. 

Just before partaking of the evening meal, Mr. Melton 
walked out to the garden and took a general survey of every¬ 
thing to see if it was in perfect keeping for his daughter’s 
inspection the following day. With arms folded across his 
breast, he leisurely walked through all its various pathways, 
and then standing for a moment gazing on the beautiful 
coloring and symmetrical formation of each flower he said, 
“No artist has the touch of brush or tint of coloring to imitate 
the workmanship of God.” 

It was indeed a happy reunion that evening at Quiet 
Dale Farm, and no one thought of sleep until a late hour. 

Edith, as she ran from room to room inspecting her old 
home, vowed ‘ ‘ The dearest place on earth to me is 1 Home Sweet 
Home.’ ” It was some little time before she really recovered 
from the shock of the surprise, that her mother had waiting 
for her in the new furnishings of her room. 

After she had visited every nook and corner of the home, 
her next place to visit was the barn, as she declared she could 

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never close her eyes in sleep until she had had a visit with 
Black Beauty. 

Guy had been putting in some extra work on Black 
Beauty, and her back shone just like a piece of black satin. 
While Edith was talking to her she stood with her head tilted 
just a trifle toward her just as much as to say she understood 
all her young mistress was telling her. 

They found so many interesting things to talk about and 
the time passed so rapidly that before they were aware the 
hands on the clock pointed to the hour of midnight. 

“Don’t you think it is time to retire?” said Mr. Melton; 
“we could sit here and talk until daylight and yet, our visit 
with our daughter would have scarcely begun. My eyelids 
are drooping and feel as though they needed a prop to sup¬ 
port them, so I will have to ask to be excused for the remainder 
of the night, ’ ’ said Mr. Melton, and his footsteps had scarcely 
died away on the stairs, until they heard the loud deep snoring, 
coming from his room. 

Edith and her mother soon followed his example and laid 
their heads down on pillows of ease and comfort to dream of 
family reunions and the joy they bring with them. 

It was generally known that Edith had returned home, 
and many of the church members who had been neglecting 
their church work and not so much as even occupying space 
in the pews were to be seen in the congregation the first Sunday 
after her return. 

It certainly proved quite a shock to the minister, for he 
became so confused on entering the pulpit that he almost for¬ 
got to read his text. 


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However, in a short time he recovered from the effects of 
the shock and after Edith’s selection he became convinced why 
he had been permitted to look such an audience in the face. 

During his morning discourse he remarked that it was 
much easier and much more gratifying to talk to an audience 
like this than to stand and preach to a pile of lumber, void of 
feeling and expression, as he had done on previous occasions. 

Edith had reached the rung in the ladder where the 
famous stand and pause, yet in no way did she seem conscious 
of the fact for neither fame nor city had had any marked 
degree of change upon her. If anything she had grown more 
beautiful and her girlish ways were giving place to womanly 
grace. 

There were so many, many friends to greet her after 
church that she did not get a chance to talk long to Emily and 
Robert. 

Margaret Page was with the Carter family and Edith had 
only time to acknowledge the old acquaintance and pass on. 

She heard someone calling her name and on looking 
around saw Emily running toward their car. 

“Will it be agreeable for us to call this afternoon?” said 
Emily. 

“Most assuredly,” said Edith. 

“Edith, you know Hugh hasn’t come home yet so he can’t 
form one of our party, but we are expecting him this evening 
on the late train. ’ ’ 

“I knew he was coming home today but he was not real 
sure what train he would arrive on,” said Edith. 

In the afternoon Robert, Emily, and Margaret started to 
Quiet Dale Farm to spend a pleasant visit with Edith, but 
little dreaming of this visit ending very abruptly. 

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While these young people were enjoying this occasion to 
the full extent, Hugh was aboard a fast train, homeward 
bound. 

He has tried every conceivable means to try and persuade 
the conductor to stop at Yorkville for him, but all efforts 
proved fruitless. At last he wired his father to this effect: 

Meet me at Dayton at four o ’clock p. m. 

Hugh. 

This station is a regular stop for the fast train and about 
forty miles distant from Yorkville. 

Mr. Carter immediately held a hurried conversation by 
phone with Robert and learned that he and the girls would go 
to meet him. 

Robert informed the girls they would have to make haste 
and lose no time for it was now 3:15 p. m. and Hugh would 
necessarily have to wait at any rate. 

Edith was tired and worn from the effects of her journey 
of the day before but willingly consented to accompany them 
on this trip, for all day she had been anxiously awaiting the 
message stating his return. 

Hugh’s power of endurance was of the lasting quality, 
until it came to the test of waiting for a delayed train or 
someone to meet him at a railroad station. 

The train pulled into the station on schedule time and 
Hugh and his personal belongings were deposited on the plat¬ 
form. He looked all around, in vain hopes of seeing some 
familiar face, but saw none. He next went to the waiting 
room and after scanning its occupants very carefully decided 
it was not time for them to arrive. 


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He had purchased a paper, so sat down and tried to read, 
but in utter disgust he flung it down and walked out of the 
depot. “What a fool/’ said he, “trying to read and content 
myself when it is utterly impossible.” 

He paced up and down the walk in front of the depot, 
watching every approaching automobile until his feet fairly 
ached, thinking surely the next coming in sight would he the 
expected car. 

With hat in one hand, and handkerchief in the other, he 
frequently wiped the perspiration from his brow, as he paced 
the walk. His discontented frame of mind was attracting the 
attention of the travelers who were waiting for their trains, 
and he overheard a couple of old gentlemen talking as he 
passed where they were seated saying, ‘ ‘ The young man seems 
very uneasy for some cause, and judging by the expression on 
his face he is either a belated bridegroom, or is expecting to 
attend a funeral.” 

Now while he was spending anxious time waiting, the car 
with its occupants was over at another depot waiting for him, 
thinking the train that was to arrive at 4:00 p. m. was running 
behind time as Robert could not locate him in or near the 
station. 

Finally he decided to inquire of the agent about the train, 
and to his astonishment learned that the train he had reference 
to had arrived on schedule time hut at the other depot. 

However, he was not long in locating the depot, where 
they found Hugh almost desperate and decidedly fatigued by 
his long and strenuous wait. 

He no sooner spied Edith in the car, than all his troubles 
seemed like bubbles and soon disappeared. 


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If all the residents of Yorkville had been lined up at this 
depot to witness this meeting he would have embraced Edith 
and Emily in just the same manner he did. 

Margaret stood a trifle back, watching the greeting, and 
vowed to herself she had never seen a young man as handsome 
as Hugh. 

Too, she felt as though he had slighted her as he only 
recognized their acquaintance by the formal clasping of hands. 
More than once on the return trip did Margaret wish she had 
remained at home, for the two couples were so deeply inter¬ 
ested in themselves that there was very little thought or 
attention given to her. 

Her feelings were not of the most pleasing character 
toward Edith and if an opportunity would present itself she 
would cause her some uneasiness. 


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CHAPTER XIII 


Emily Weds 


WEDDING possesses a certain degree of singular mag- 



11 netism; it attracts both young and old; it involves the 
very essence of true happiness and love or, remorse with bitter 
tears of disappointment. It is the severing of family ties, the 
union of two lives who erect a new altar called home. Such is 
the common fate of man. 

True happiness and love shall reign supreme around the 
shrine erected by the union of these two young lives. 

The new bungalow in Cleveland with its costly furniture 
and artistic paintings, which Emily has recently selected, is 
now awaiting the arrival of the bride. 

The week following Hugh’s return, was filled with many 
pretty dinner parties and pre-nuptial social functions. The 
most elaborate dinner party had been given by Edith, and 
never on any occasion had the Melton home looked so charming 
and inviting as on this particular day. 

The Page family with some of Robert’s closest friends, 
would arrive from Cleveland Saturday morning. 

None of the residents of the town could recall a time 
when Yorkville had had so many stylish guests within its gates. 

Saturday was an ideal day for a wedding, as it was a 
wonderful June day, for the weather was fine and everything 
worked out lovely. The church was brilliantly lighted and 
beautifully decorated for this occasion. The wedding was very 


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beautiful and impressive in every detail, and especially did 
Edith’s recital receive much meritorious comment. 

A reception at the Carter home immediately followed the 
ceremony, including the immediate relatives and friends, after 
which Robert and his bride departed to northern points on 
their honeymoon. After their return they will be at home to 
their friends in Cleveland. 

Margaret was loath to return home after the wedding as 
she was trying all her pretty wiles and winsome ways on 
Hugh, in order to accomplish her aim. The evening of the 
reception, she tried numberless times to occupy his whole 
attention, and every time she found him and Edith engaged 
in conversation, she invariably encroached upon their presence. 

All this was very noticeable to Edith, but who at the same 
time, showed no outward signs of displeasure. The beautiful, 
white sparkling diamond would have sufficed for most sensible 
young ladies, but such was not the case with Margaret Page. 

Often during the last week she had called to mind the 
following: “All is fair in love and war,’’ and ‘‘There is many a 
slip between the cup and the lip.” 

These thoughts afforded her a generous supply of ease 
and self-confidence. 

She found no charity in her heart for Edith, therefore 
never once did she comment on the unusual talent that she 
possessed, for jealousy was gnawing at her very heartstrings. 

Edith’s beauty and talent together with her sweet disposi¬ 
tion was a rival she did not know just how to combat. However, 
she carried home with her a promise from Hugh to visit Cleve¬ 
land before he returned to college. 

Some few days after the wedding Edith received a long 
letter from Mr. and Mrs. Robert E. Page saying, they were 

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now over in Canada and while they were at Niagara they met 
some of her old friends, the Walkers from Illinois. 

While Edith was poring over the contents of Emily’s 
letter her mother suddenly interrupted by saying: “I must 
answer Mrs. Walker’s letter just as soon as I think they have 
returned home.” 

Edith slowly folded the letter, replaced it in the envelope, 
then sat for a long time lost in her own deep mental self. 

4 ‘ What is my little daughter thinking so seriously about ? ’ ’ 
said Mrs. Melton. “Are you thinking of accepting that offer 
with that Chautauqua at Old Salem, Illinois?” 

“No; that wasn’t what I had in mind at present, hut 
really, I think I shall accept their offer at an early date, for I 
think it is worthy consideration.” 

“Edith, do you realize that you do not have to earn your 
own livelihood ? ’ ’ 

‘ ‘ Oh, yes, to be sure, yet at the same time I am in a posi¬ 
tion to defray some of my own personal expenses and you 
know girls derive a great deal of satisfaction in the thought 
that they are capable of earning their own money and in a 
way, be independent. 

“Not that you and father have denied me anything, for 
such is not the case; but you know, mother, how you felt about 
these matters when you were young and earned your own sup¬ 
port. ’ ’ 

“Oh! yes, I understand,” said her mother; “but what 
does Hugh think about your going ? ’ ’ 

“To be real frank, I have never said one word to him 
about it.” 

‘ ‘ Aren’t you going to tell him ? ’ ’ 

‘ ‘ I think it rather doubtful. ’ ’ 


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‘‘Well, Edith, yon are acting so strangely of late that I 
scarcely know what to think about it. Too, your father and I 
haven’t given our permission yet for you to go, although, I 
see no good reason why you can’t accept this offer. ’ ’ 

Here the subject dropped and Guy came and interrupted 
by asking Edith to take a ride. 

It was while the children were enjoying their ride that 
the father and the mother engaged in a real heart-to-heart talk 
involving the noticeable change in Edith since the wedding. 

“Edith and Emily have been inseparable friends,” said 
Mrs. Melton, “and no matter what the outcome of Edith and 
Hugh may bring forth, I still maintain that Emily will remain 
loyal to her, for she is the type of womanhood not easily 
influenced by petty offenders.” 

Her husband replied by saying, “I think it permissible 
to say that Margaret is going to do all in her power to add 
a second Carter to the Page family.” 

“Yes, but he doesn’t seem infatuated with her in the 
least. Only she is forever thrusting herself upon his presence 
and you know, David, Edith is perfectly conscious of it all.” 

“ True enough, but has she made mention of anything con¬ 
cerning the matter to you ? ’ ’ 

“Actions speak louder than words, David, and too since 
we’ve been talking, I think to recall Margaret’s visit during 
the holidays. Do you remember the afternoon that Hugh, 
Emily, Robert and she drove out here for Edith?” 

“Yes, I think I recall the time.” 

“Well, there was something happened that afternoon to 
cause Edith to shed many bitter tears, and when I questioned 
her about it she said: ‘Please, mother, don’t mention it to me 
any more for perhaps I was partly to blame.’ ” 


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11 Oh! well, mother, he is going back to Harvard this fall 
and Edith to Chicago, so perhaps by that time if she is thor¬ 
oughly convinced he is learning to care for Margaret she may 
find some avenue of escape,” mused the worried father. “You 
know, mother, if a woman is so minded, she can cause no little 
trouble in a case like this, for she realizes Emily is one of the 
family now, and too, Hugh would have to be courteous no 
matter what the result would bring forth, and yet, at the same 
time, be nothing more than a friend. ’’ 

“This is all true and I make due allowance for all you 
have stated: yet it seems to me he could in some way show his 
displeasure of her unsolicited intrusion upon his good feelings, 
and at the same time retain his true gentlemanly manner. 

“I tell you, David, this is becoming of vital importance 
and Edith will not always forbear everything, and I of course 
could not ask her to do so. She has remained so loyal to him 
and in turn he equally should do likewise, for you know what 
a dissipated wretch he was when he first tried to win her to 
his cause. Gambling dens, dance halls, soft drink parlors, 
where I am told that you can obtain any strong drink you 
desire, were his frequent haunts. So now since he has so 
wonderfully redeemed himself, I still want to see him retain 
his manly re-bearing with her. 

1 ‘ Think of the many opportunities she had while in Chi¬ 
cago, and perhaps some of them just as worthy as Hugh and 
no doubt just as eager to gain her acquaintance as he was.” 

“Well! Mother, coming events cast their shadows before 
them. And in some ways they are akin to my rheumatism as I 
can always feel my old joints begin to ache before an approach¬ 
ing storm or change in the weather; so I guess I will have to 
confess: I too, see a marked change in Edith so we will just 

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have to drift along with the tide of time in order to see how it 
will all end. Nevertheless, I can’t say I see much change in 
Hugh, although, since I come to think about it, I don’t believe 
he calls as frequently as he did before Emily was married, do 
you?” 

“I know he doesn’t, but where or on whom to place the 
blame I do not know. If Edith’s change is so perceptible to 
you and I it’s equally so to him, so perhaps in a way she is to 
blame.” Thus their conversation ran, until on looking up 
they saw Edith standing in the doorway. 

“Oh! mother, we are just as hungry as two wolves; is 
dinner ready?” 

‘ ‘ Pray tell me what time it is, ’ ’ said Mrs. Melton. 

“Eleven forty-five,” said Mr. Melton. 

‘ ‘ If the children had not returned, we would have sat here 
and talked all the afternoon without one morsel of food,” 
replied Mrs. Melton. 

“Father, you and mother surely have had an interesting 
subject for your conversation, so pray tell me what it was. ’ ’ 

“No, never mind, my little daughter: mother and I still 
have a few little secrets although we have been married many 
years. ’ ’ 

To this Edith gave a hearty laugh and said she would not 
urge him to divulge his secret. 

It was some time after this that Mrs. Melton received a 
letter from Mrs. Walker saying: “They would as usual occupy 
their cottage at the Old Salem Chautauqua and as she saw 
Edith’s name appear on the program she insisted that she be 
their guest during the assembly, stating she could not accept 
any excuse she might offer.” 


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It was through Edith’s instructor in Chicago she had 
secured this prominent place on the program. The family dis¬ 
cussing her trip to Illinois said: ‘ * All their anxiety and worry 
was at end as she could now accept the hospitality the Walkers 
had offered and thereby spend a most enjoyable time.” 

It had been a source of worry to her parents ever since 
Edith signed up for the engagement, not knowing just what 
would be best for her to do, whether she should remain on the 
grounds or secure lodging in the city. 

She at once answered Mrs. Walker’s letter accepting the 
invitation and expressing her deep appreciation of her kind¬ 
ness. 

While she was in the mood of letter writing she also 
wrote Emily a long letter imparting this knowledge to her, but 
added: ‘ ‘ Please don’t tell Hugh as I wish to surprise him. ’ ’ 

As time wore on she did not divulge the secret and not 
until he read one of the programs did he comprehend this 
intelligence. He was none too well pleased in regard to the 
matter as he could plainly see her indifferent attitude toward 
him. 

She had always been so lovable and confiding, but now he 
could see the clouds rising in the horizon of their once happy 
life. Just recently, on one of his visits, they had disputed 
over several petty differences, which, in a reality were not 
worth mentioning. 

The one thought uppermost in his mind was: that she had 
done him an injustice by not imparting to him the intelligence 
of her engagement with the Chautauqua. However, he found 
it very difficult to convince her she had done wrong, for she 
was equally grieved to think he would correspond with 
Margaret Page without her knowledge. 

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This she did not make known to him, although she had in 
her possession one of Margaret’s letters he had dropped in the 
hall some few weeks ago. He had left his coat in the hall and 
in removing it from its resting place in some way this tell-tale 
letter fell from his pocket. 

Not knowing what the missive was, or what it contained 
she picked it up and took it to her room. 

At a glance she recognized the Cleveland postmark, but 
it was an evident fact it was not Emily’s handwriting. 

It was thoroughly human for her to read its contents. 
With trembling hands and tear-dimmed eyes she removed it 
from its envelope. She learned from its pages he would visit 
Cleveland in the near future and that Margaret’s father had 
purchased a new Packard car she was learning to drive so that 
when he came she could drive him around the city. 

She wept and sobbed until she found herself almost grow¬ 
ing hysterical, as her future happiness was about to be dashed 
into utter ruin and grief. To mistrust and doubt him meant 
a broken heart and shattered hopes. 

Losing consciousness, she lay for some time pale and 
motionless upon the floor. Not until the gray dawn of morn¬ 
ing did she realize what had happened. Peering into the 
mirror, she beheld herself, worn and haggard, from the night’s 
deep sorrow. 

How or what to do she did not know as she wished to hide 
her grief from her family. She erased as best she could from 
her cheeks the traces of tell-tale tears of the night, then sat for 
some time awaiting the hour for morning rising. 

All unmindful of what had happened, Hugh was lost in 
a deep profound sleep. This short period of time had afforded 
her ample opportunity to consider the best course for her to 


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pursue: in looking backward she could now see why it was 
that Margaret on all previous visits to Yorkville had made her¬ 
self so wonderfully agreeable and pleasant in his company. 

Never until now had she so much ground for jealousy, for 
she really thought none could ever come between them. Emily 
was so happy living in the constant and enduring love of her 
husband and why could she have not been permitted to enjoy 
the same sweet happiness ? This she could not fathom. 

As she turns the leaves of bygone days in fancy, she sees 
so many little incidents that point out clearly the culmination 
of this letter. 

Ere long she heard voices and in a short time footsteps on 
the stairs that announced the time of morning rising. 

She and Emily frequently heard from each other, but 
never once did either mention the name of Margaret. 

All necessary arrangements had been made, and every¬ 
thing possible had been done to insure her a pleasant time 
while at the Chautauqua. Her father, in speaking of the trip 
said: “Edith, it will be so beneficial to you and will be an 
ideal place for rest which you so much need before resuming 
your school work.” 

“ Oh! yes father, but I really do not want to go at all, and 
I so much regret that I made an engagement to sing at this 
time.” 

“Well, I assure you, I am not sorry you have obligated 
yourself, for those people over in Illinois don’t know what a 
wonderful voice my little daughter possesses; and who knows, 
but what it may mean many similar engagements for you. So, 
taking everything into consideration, I think it is a fine trip 
for you and I am sure no one needs the change more than 
you.” 


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It was while they were discussing the many benefits that 
might be derived from this outing that Hugh first discovered 
he had misplaced or carelessly lost this letter of Margaret ’s he 
had received some time ago. 

He had gone to his room to write Emily a short note, 
telling her when to expect him, and in hurriedly glancing 
through his old letters, he discovered Margaret’s letter was 
missing. He searched every pocket of his clothing and all his 
old letters one by one were gone over, but not a vestige of this 
particular one did he find. 

“What a stupid fool I am,” said he, “to carry that 
around in my pocket, and no doubt I have lost it out at Edith’s 
and if such be the case, there is no end to the trouble it may 
cause.” There was nothing he possessed he would not freely 
give if he only knew where, or in whose possession it was. 

To ask Edith if she had found it would only make matters 
worse; for if she hadn’t found it, it would only arouse her 
curiosity and lead her to think that he was guilty of some 
underhand misdemeanors. 

The only reasonable conclusion he could reach was: to let 
it drop for the time being and some day he might find it 
where he least expected. Neverthless, he wrote Emily briefly 
stating he would visit her the following week. 

His days were growing few in number at home, as it 
would soon be time for him to resume his college education. 
He had had so many pressing invitations from Emily and had 
been putting her off from time to time that she really was 
becoming quite vexed with him. 

She was so anxious for him to see her beautiful new 
home, as all her letters had come laden with the supreme 

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happiness she was enjoying and in a measure, this made him a 
trifle envious. 

He and Emily were separated now and no few times had 
he missed her warm sisterly and ever-ready counsel in time of 
need. It was in this letter that he had written her that he had 
told her about Edith’s trip to Illinois, saying: he was very 
much displeased because she had not taken him into her con¬ 
fidence. 

Having finished his letter he leisurely strolled down the 
street in the direction of the post office after depositing it 
there where it would soon be on its way to gladden Emily’s 
heart. He then crossed the street to the park and there sat 
down for a rest and meditation. 

He was unhappy and why ? Could he answer his question, 
or was it an admissible argument that his discouraged state 
of mind had been brought about by. Emily’s sister-in-law. 

His visits with Edith were becoming a source of annoy¬ 
ance rather than a source of pleasure, as it seemed to him as if 
nothing he could do or say met with her approval. Just be¬ 
neath an old elm tree, that had sheltered both young and old 
from the sun’s hot rays on many summer days, was where he 
sat for some time, deeply engrossed in serious thoughts as he 
watched the squirrels in the park as they ran to and fro in 
their playful glee, they, without a care or disappointment, 
and he, wondering all the while, why it was, that mortal man 
was made to suffer remorse and tears. Nevertheless, this all 
remained a mystery to him. 

He was longing to pour the contents of his heart into 
Emily’s sympathizing ear, and ere long this wish would be 
granted. 


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As he stood in the hall Monday morning with traveling 
bag in hand he called to his mother saying: “Well I’m off for 
Emily’s.” 

“Why, Hugh, why had you not told me you were going?” 

“Because I just decided a few minutes ago to catch this 
early train. I had not expected to go until tomorrow after¬ 
noon, but now — it makes no great difference when I go or 
when I return.” 

“What in the world has come over you to make you talk 
this way. Has anything unexpected happened ? ’ ’ 

“Yes, it is happening every day and will continue as long 
as we both live.” 

“Can’t you wait until tomorrow?” 

“No, not after I have made up my mind to go; so, as it is 
almost train time I will have to hurry on. ’ ’ 

She followed him down the steps that led to the walk, and 
at the same time giving him many messages to be delivered to 
Emily, and as he walked on at a rather rapid gait he heard 
her say: “ Be sure and write me soon, and let me know when I 
may expect your return.” This last request had no response, 
although she felt quite sure he had heard what she said, even 
if he were half way down the walk. 

It was a great surprise to Emily when she answered the 
summons of the doorbell, and beheld her big, broad-shouldered 
and manly brother standing just outside the screen door. 

“Oh! Hugh, what a shock you have given me as you 
stated in your letter you would be here Tuesday afternoon. ’ ’ 

“Yes, but you see I changed my mind.” 

It was with the pride that no one save a bride could pos¬ 
sess that she conducted him from one room to another dis¬ 
playing her new home. He said very little until she begged 

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him enter Robert’s den; ‘‘This,’’ said he “is my ideal, as it is 
a facsimile of the one I have so often pictured in my mind 
would occupy its place in my home.” 

“Hugh, why don't you say ‘Edith’s home and mine?’ ” 

His face heightened in color and biting his lips severely 
he said nothing. 

She noticed the troubled expression that flitted across his 
face, so in an instant, she began digressing by asking number¬ 
less questions involving each individual of her family and all 
about her home, and finished by asking, “Why did Edith not 
come with you ? ’ ’ 

He had answered all her questions to the best of his 
knowledge until it came to the last one, which to him was a 
stunner and which to this day remains unanswered. 


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Edith’s Visit to Illinois 

T HE ENSUING week found Edith and her personal be¬ 
longings, such as would be needed on an occasion like this, 
ready for her first visit to Old Salem Chautauqua. She had 
just received a letter from Hugh the latter part of the week, 
saying, he had decided to absent himself from home for a 
longer period, therefore he would be unable to see her again 
before her visit to Illinois. 

In a way, this intelligence was no surprise to her, for she 
knew full well he had deferred his return on account of Mar¬ 
garet Page. With inevitable thoughts; she said aloud, after 
learning its contents: “Nothing can repay the injury he has 
done”; so with these weighty thoughts bearing down upon 
her she reluctantly made ready for her departure. 

The Carter family had also received a word from Hugh to 
the same effect, and as to what or why he had decided to 
remain longer they could not fathom unless — it was for the 
same reason that Edith entertained. 

It was while Mr. and Mrs. Carter was seated on the front 
porch Monday evening enjoying all the beauty that a moon¬ 
light evening could afford, that they entered into a deep dis¬ 
cussion involving Hugh and Edith. 

“Did Edith leave for Illinois this afternoon?” asked Mr. 
Carter. 

“Yes,” replied Mrs. Carter. 

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“You know, mother, I don’t fully comprehend the mean¬ 
ing of Hugh’s actions of late, for it appears to me that he is 
just about to lose his head over Margaret Page, and I’m here 
to state the facts to you: it will meet with no sanction of mine, 
as one in the family is enough for me. 

“Not that I am displeased with Emily’s choice, for with¬ 
out a doubt, Robert is a fine fellow and is a ‘Chip of the old 
block,’ for he is of the same type of a character as his father.” 
Continuing his remarks he said: “Margaret is just the reverse. 
Just as much like her mother as two peas, and goodness knows, 
it has required no little grace on the part of Mr. Page to live 
with her and put up with all he had to contend. ’ ’ 

“Well, Joe, all I have to say is this: If Hugh has no 
better judgment than to allow her to come between him and 
Edith, let him suffer the consequence. I’m quite sure Edith is 
broken-hearted over the matter and Hugh ought to be ashamed 
of himself,” added the anxious mother. 

While they were seated here on the porch, protected from 
the view of the passers-by by the honeysuckle that climbed in 
great profusion on the trellis of the porch, Edith was on board 
a train speeding away toward her destination. 

It was a warm sultry August evening and the lightning 
was becoming more vivid in the far-off clouds with an occa¬ 
sional roll of distant thunder that heralded the approach of 
a coming storm: it was then they vacated the porch to retire. 

Mr. and Mrs. Walker were eagerly awaiting the time of 
Edith’s arrival and many in number were their friends whom 
they had told of her coming. 

Edith’s first and lasting impression of the Chautauqua 
grounds and its surroundings was one of exquisite delight for 
it was a wonderfully laid out park with the Sangamon river 

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winding in beautiful, graceful curves around its western 
border. 

This was called a natural Chautauqua park as nature had 
lent itself in furthering the beauty of the grounds which far 
outdid any workmanship of man. 

Edith was very fond of nature, and decided at once it was 
an ideal place for rest and very fitting for one who, like her¬ 
self, wishes to be alone and stroll its various pathways, so here 
she found; ‘ ‘ Shadowed roadways, gleaming water, slumbering 
hills, that called forth the primitive in all of us. ’ ’ 

On some of her previous morning walks she had attracted 
the eyes of the curious on account of her unusual beauty, and 
many inquiries had been made as to who the charming young 
lady might be. 

A young man who was one of the occupants of a cottage 
near the Walkers, chanced to hold a conversation with Mr. 
Walker, and in speaking of Miss Melton said: “If she is a fair 
type of the product of the Buckeye state I think I will 
visit it in the near future, for she far outstrips the feminine 
sex of Illinois.” 

She had written Hugh a brief note just before she de¬ 
parted saying, doubtless she would be away when he re¬ 
turned and as he had not asked for her address she took it for 
granted that it was no material interest to him, therefore she 
made no mention concerning it. 

The Chautauqua life was helping in a way to make amends 
for the sorrow of the weeks before, and now she was ready to 
do her best in the afternoon by pouring forth her voice in a 
volume of sweet song. 


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She was to make her first appearance on the program 
Wednesday afternoon at which time Mr. William Jennings 
Bryan would deliver one of his forceful lectures. 

The crowd had been pouring into the grounds all day and 
at noon it was a density of human beings, as Mr. Bryan always 
attracted large crowds on account of his unusual eloquence of 
speech and worthy thoughts for consideration. 

It was a beautiful girlish figure that stepped to the plat¬ 
form to acknowledge her first introduction at Old Salem Chau¬ 
tauqua and needless to say she delighted both young and old 
and found it necessary to respond to an encore. 

After the noise had subsided enough to ensure Mr. 
Bryan’s voice being heard, he stepped to the platform amid 
great applause and said: £ ‘ Ladies and Gentlemen, it affords me 
a great pleasure to be present here this afternoon not so much 
in what I’m going to say, but, in what has been my privilege 
to hear, for,” said he, “the inspiration of this unusual voice 
prompts me to deliver to you this afternoon, the best I have 
in my shop. 

1 ‘ Now, before I begin my lecture, let me say to your plat¬ 
form manager: That I know of no better drawing card for 
your Chautauqua than to secure an engagement with Miss 
Melton at your earliest convenience to appear on your program 
next year.” (Applause) 

Mr. Bryan spoke for an hour and fifty-five minutes, and 
those who had been fortunate in securing a seat to deposit 
their avoirdupois felt no inclination of discomfort on account 
of his lengthy speech; and equally so had the immense crowd 
on the outside enjoyed every word of it, notwithstanding the 
fact they had stood first on one foot and then on the other in 
order to rest their weary limbs. 


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One certain individual, who had traveled a long distance 
in order to hear his lecture and Miss Melton sing, had been one 
of the number who had stood on the outside at some remote 
distance, for various reasons. However, he felt amply repaid 
for all the efforts he had made in trying to catch a fast train 
out of Indianapolis when the one he was aboard had arrived a 
few minutes behind schedule time; also in taking into consider¬ 
ation the young lady who had sung with so much power and 
sweetness had more than pleased his fondest dreams. 

That evening as the Walkers and Edith were returning 
from the dining-hall they observed a messenger boy standing 
at their cottage, and on going up he inquired if Miss Melton 
was one of their party, at which she immediately answered in 
the affirmative. 

He at once delivered to her a box containing a beautiful 
bouquet of American Beauty roses, without a vestige of a 
card, or any means of the identity of the sender. The Walkers 
were at as much a loss as Edith, to know from whom, or what 
source the mysterious roses came. 

This favor disturbed her peace of mind and aroused her 
curiosity as she knew Hugh was in Cleveland, and, too, he 
would not have sent them under the circumstances existing 
between them. 

She had spent so many sleepless nights of late, and had 
had so many, many, troubles that now they were beginning to 
tell on her, for her face was now wearing a somewhat pained 
expression, — so here was another worry for her. 

She did not solicit or encourage favors of unknown origin 
especially from strangers, therefore she did wish that the 
sender of the roses had not acted so presumptuous for it met 
with no approval from her. 


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They were beautiful indeed, but she only gave them a toss 
in the direction of the library table, and at the same time said 
to Mrs. Walker: “They do not merit a receptacle.’’ 

“Oh yes, Edith, place them in a vase of water as the 
flowers aren’t responsible for the situation.” 

She complied with Mrs. Walker’s request and that evening 
after the lecture they looked beautiful on the table and shed 
an abundance of fragrance to recipient. 

It was at this time that she told Mrs. Walker about an 
individual on the train that had tried to force his acquaint¬ 
ance with her as she was en route to the Chautauqua. “I sat 
for some time,” said Edith, “without showing any outward 
notice of his intrusion until he insisted on sharing my seat 
with me, at which I at once asked him to please discontinue 
his interruptions, as he was annoying me. 

“He finally left the sleeper for a smoke and after that 
made no further advances. Now do you suppose the roses 
came from this source?” inquired Edith. 

‘ ‘ Oh, I am sure I am not in a position to say, ’ ’ said Mrs. 
Walker, “but it does seem strange that the sender would with¬ 
hold his name without some good reason. ’ ’ 

Before Edith retired she wrote her mother, stating all the 
facts she knew concerning the flowers, and finished by saying 
they annoyed her, and she was at a loss to know from what 
source they came. It was in this letter too, that she made 
known to her family her acceptance of an invitation to accom¬ 
pany the Walkers to their country home near Jacksonville, 
Illinois. 

She appeared on the program several times during the 
remainder of the week, and each time she gained in favor with 
all. 


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At no time since her arrival had she so thoroughly enjoyed 
herself more than on a short trip up the river to Old Salem 
National Park, where she was privileged to tread the same his¬ 
toric grounds that the immortal Lincoln had trod in years 
gone by. 

Then too, there was the old store he had once operated, 
as well as many other things to call to the mind of the visitor 
many incidents connected with his early life while a resident 
of this place. 

Illinois was to her a wonderful state, with its historic 
places linked together with the names of Grant, Logan, Lin¬ 
coln, and Douglas, with many others who had braved the 
hardships of the pioneer’s life in order to help further the 
advancement of one of the greatest states of our republic: and 
who now, lie sleeping on its prairies awaiting the final reward 
of their works. 

Edith, in speaking to Mrs. Walker about the scenery and 
the historic associations connected with Old Salem said: “I 
wish I was a poet with nothing else to do but write a story 
about Lincoln and these beautiful slumbering hills. But, as 
I am no poet I shall be satisfied with my voice and sing 
“Illinois” for the assembly if they request me to appear on 
the program tomorrow . 9 9 

“Oh! Edith,” replied Mrs. Walker, “that certainly is a 
capital idea and I will see that you are granted this privilege . 9 9 

The last day of the Chautauqua had its ending, its resi¬ 
dents, numbering that of a city in population, were making 
ready to abandon their quiet homes on the bank of the river 
and turn their faces homeward, which led in many directions. 
Many good-byes were being said, friends were parting for 

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another year, and perhaps forever, lovers were interceding for 
themselves, all on this last day at the Chautauqua. 

Mrs. Walker had been busy all morning answering callers 
who came to say good-bye and expressing to Edith their 
pleasure of her acquaintance. 

After making a general survey of the interior of the 
cottage, in order to make sure nothing had been overlooked, 
Mrs. Walker declared: “They were now ready for their trip 
home.” 

As they entered their car she inquired of Mr. Walker if 
he had left any instructions at the post office in regard to their 
mail, and he answered her by saying he had fully intended to 
attend to the matter that morning but it had slipped his mind 
as he had had so much to think about. 

They then drove over to the city where Mr. Walker left 
instructions with the post master regarding their mail and that 
of Miss Melton’s. When he re-entered the car he said: “A 
letter for Miss Melton, ’ 9 and at the same time delivering it to 
her. It was from her mother saying they were much surprised 
to learn she had decided to remain away longer and concluded 
her letter by saying: “Hugh had not returned yet, and that 
his mother had received only one letter from him since he left 
home.” 

Edith finished reading her letter and then rode as far as 
Springfield in almost utter silence, except when interrupted by 
an occasional remark from Mrs. Walker concerning the coun¬ 
try in which they were passing through. 

Mrs. Walker had observed the changed expression of her 
face since reading the letter and inquired if it had contained 
any sad news or if her mother was ill ? To this Edith replied: 
“It contained neither, but thought her mother was somewhat 

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disappointed because she had decided to make a more lengthy 
visit. ’ ’ 

This foregoing statement was partly answerable for her 
silence, yet there was a more weighty one which she could not 
dismiss from her mind. Whether or not, these were transitory 
thoughts she could not say; however, time will tell, she mused, 
as the car sped on and soon brought them in sight of the dome 
of the state capitol. 

They made no tour of the city, only stopping long enough 
to eat dinner, for they were tired and anxious to reach home. 
They explained to Edith they would at an early date bring her 
on a visit to this city, and conduct her to places of interest 
which were many in number, including the home of Lincoln 
and the large commanding monument at Oak Ridge which 
marks his last resting-place. 

Edith completed the rest of the journey in semi-silence, 
and not until Mr. Walker headed his car in the gateway that 
led down a beautiful drive with a row of trees on either side 
did she show any signs of appreciation of their hospitality. 

When the car stopped at a side entrance she beheld a 
large country home, well-kept lawn, bordered with a hedge of 
roses, and large flower beds with foliage and a profusion of 
blooming flowers. 

Quiet Dale Farm was beautiful, but here she found one 
much more elaborate in its general make-up and its name was: 
“The Home of the Chester White.’’ 

Everything was painted pure white, which seemed a very 
appropriate color, especially to those engaged in the white hog 
business as the color of the home coincided with the type of 
hogs. 


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Teddy, the big dog, came out to meet them and began 
barking and wagging his tail as much as to say: “I am glad 
you have returned.’’ He at once became a warm friend of 
Edith’s and it was no unusual occurrence to see her and the 
dog out for a hike about the farm. 

Up until her first night at the country home of the 
Walker’s, she had had no word from Hugh, since the letter 
she received on Saturday before she started west, as she called 
it. That night seated in a pretty little bedroom rocker she 
tried numberless times to reach some reasonable conclusion 
that would in some way aid her in her deep trouble, for live 
she felt she could not much longer unless the heavy burden of 
her heart be lifted. 

The guest chamber she was occupying was indeed a beauty 
of elegance. Its predominating color was a soft restful shade 
of shell pink with just a touch of pea green intermingled to 
enhance the coloring scheme of the room. 

The wall decorations of this home were paintings made by 
the touch of the brush guided by the artistic hand of Mrs. 
Walker. The beauty of her room so attracted her that she 
sat for some time loath to turn off the lights. 

She wrote several letters on this particular evening and 
one included a letter to Emily in which she tried the best she 
could to describe some of the most interesting places she had 
visited, but not once did she mention Hugh’s name, nor make 
any inquiries as to his whereabouts. 

The time sped away so fast and they were on the go so 
much that Mrs. Walker in speaking to Edith about the many 
places they had expected her to visit said: “She was enter¬ 
taining grave doubts as to whether or not they would be able 
to cover so much territory, during her stay. ’ ’ 

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Jacksonville was a city of much interest to Edith, with 
its large state institutions and colleges which required much of 
her time in order to acquire some little knowledge concerning 
them. 

Too, there was a large boating lake a short distance from 
this home, where Edith spent much of her time on the water 
as it was here she first learned to row a boat. 

It was the last week of Edith’s stay that they decided one 
morning, while still seated in the dainty, white breakfast- 
room, that they would take her to their summer cottage down 
on the Illinois river near the little town of Meridosia. This 
cottage was called Shady Inn and was equipped with modern 
conveniences, and this trip to the river would give them access 
to their large motor boat, Island Inn, No. 10. 

“Oh!” said Edith, “this far exceeds my greatest expec¬ 
tations; and won’t it be delightful to ride the waves on a 
river ? ’ ’ 

She simply went in raptures over the cottage, after she 
had taken a restrospective view of its interior, and declared it 
to be an ideal place for lovers to spend their honeymoon. 

“Yes, Edith,” said Mrs. Walker, “and when you marry, 
we will turn the keys over to you and your husband for a fort¬ 
night ’ ’— 

“Yes and too, the key to the boat,” added Mr. Walker. 

Her face heightened in color as she thanked them and 
said: “She might someday require of them to keep their 
promise. ’ ’ 

To Edith this was real life, and never had she dreamed 
that this old world was filled with so much beauty until the 
evening when they rode up the river to a town about forty 
miles distant. 


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The moon was coming up when they entered the boat, and 
before they reached their destination the clouds began scur¬ 
rying across its pathway; then in an instant it would shoot 
out from behind them throwing its reflection on the water 
which indeed presented a most wonderful picture. 

The heavens were so filled with beauty of the divine 
creator’s work that no artist need to try to imitate his work¬ 
manship, for he could only make a straggling blunder of his 
efforts. 

On their return they beheld the density of the gathering 
clouds, with only a slight glimpse of the moon at intervals, and 
from all indications, suggested a rain before the dawn of the 
morning. 

“Oh, well, if it just doesn’t storm,” said Mrs. Walker, 
as she and Edith waited for Mr. Walker to make the boat fast 
to the wharf. 

Turning to Edith she continued by saying: “Does it make 
you nervous when there is a severe electrical storm ¥ ’ ’ 

“No,” answered Edith; “and I should judge this would 
be an ideal place to witness a storm, in order to derive all the 
beauty of the lightning as it plays on the waters.” 

“To he sure,” said Mrs. Walker, “and that is what makes 
it so terrifying to me, as I imagine it is in a miniature way 
like a storm at sea. ’ ’ 

It was some time during the small hours of the morning 
that Edith was awakened by someone pulling her out of bed 
and bidding her to dress as soon as possible, for Mrs. Walker 
was almost frantic with fear they would be blown away, bag 
and baggage. 

To say it was a terrible storm was only putting it in mild 
terms, for it seemed evident they would be blown away, for 

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the rocking and quaking of the cottage in the path of the 
storm was ready at any moment to yield from its foundation. 

The lightning was like fire; the thunder seemed to rent 
the heavens asunder; these, together with the lashing of the 
waves against the shore made the horrors of this night one 
never to be forgotten. 

The occupants of the cottage would have paid a fabulous 
price for a place of safety; and to Edith the beauty of the 
storm she had once anticipated had lost its charms and 
crouched down in one corner sat the trio, waiting for the storm 
to subside, or to carry them away to realms of unknown origin. 

It did not take long the next morning for them to make 
ready for their departure, which all expressed was the happiest 
moment of their lives. 


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Just a Friend 

E DITH had spent so much of her vacation in Illinois that 
it cut short her stay at home previous to her return to 
Chicago, where she would resume her musical education. 

Her parents saw at a glance that her trip had proved 
very beneficial in every respect, and felt as though they owed 
the depth of gratitude to the Walkers for their untiring 
efforts in which they had so royally entertained their daughter. 

She and her mother spent many long hours together, 
while the latter listened to the interesting description of 
places and things she had visited while away. 

“ Edith, I suppose you knew Hugh left for Harvard last 
Saturday.’’ 

“No. I did not know he had gone.” 

“Did you hear from him while you were away?” 

“No, not one word, except what you wrote me in your 
letter.” 

“Well, my dear, it is just as well that you cease to care 
for him; and the sooner the better, as Margaret Page has 
succeeded in accomplishing all she started out to do. His 
mother told me she had only received one letter from him 
while he was gone and he was away some little time. 

“As he did not return when he had stated he would, 
after several days of anxious waiting, she wrote Emily, 
inquiring why he had not returned and if he was ill. 

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“The answer came back: He had started back a week 
ago, at which Mrs. Carter felt very much alarmed in regard 
to his safety. While she and Mr. Carter were considering 
the best course to pursue in order to locate him (for his 
mother would not consider any other advanced theory only 
that he had met with some foul play), they heard some one 
whistling and on looking up, saw Hugh step up on the porch. 

“They at once demanded an explanation of his actions, 
but, I am told he passed it off in jest and they don’t know 
to this day where he was, or who he was. with.” 

Edith listened very attentively to all her mother had to 
say and entertained comparatively few hopes that he would 
ever venture the renewal of their love. 

If Edith’s mother had asked her if she wrote Hugh while 
away she would have answered, “Yes.” Too, Hugh, could 
have borne testimony to the same effect, for the letter he 
found on his return home had had its lasting impression 
upon him. 

It was on the first night of her arrival at the beautiful 
country home of the Walker’s that against tremendous odds 
she reached a reasonable conclusion and wrote the fatal letter 
to Hugh and finished by saying: “From henceforth think of 
me as : just a friend. ’ ’ 

There was an answer to this letter but whether or not 
it would be given to its rightful owner was a terrible struggle 
for her mother. Finally deciding it would be wrong not to 
deliver it, one morning without one word of explanation, 
she delivered the letter to Edith. 

It was not a bulky letter in the least, and contained only 
a few words which were as follows: “Edith, can’t you re¬ 
consider? Signed: Always Hugh.” 


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For months he looked in vain for the letter that never 
came from the one who had said: “From henceforth think 
of me as, just a friend.’’ 

School days gradually wore on with each of them, bring¬ 
ing new duties and heavier tasks than of the days gone by. 

As Mr. and Mrs. Melton had accepted an invitation from 
the Jacksons to spend Christmas in Chicago, Edith would 
not be at Yorkville for the holiday festivities. 

While looking over the Yorkville Citizen one evening, a 
few days prior to her parents’ arrival, she was almost awe¬ 
struck when she read: “Hugh would spend the holidays in 
Chicago with a class-mate of his.” 

“What a coincidence,” she soliloquized, as the paper 
dropped from her hand and she sat gazing out of her win¬ 
dow, with a forlorn look upon her face. 

The Christmas shoppers were hurrying to and fro down 
the street eager to reach home and get in out of the cold 
biting air, as a stiff northwest wind had been blowing all 
day and as nightfall comes on, it brings with it an occasional 
snow flurry. 

Really she could not recall the thoughts that had pre¬ 
occupied her mind as she rose somewhat startled, when she 
answered the summons of the dinner hour. “This is the 
kind of an evening that makes me melancholy,” said Edith 
as she entered the dining-room. 

“Why so, my dear?” said Mrs. Jackson. 

“Oh! I can’t say, only it reminds me of home and makes 
me have a lonely feeling as mother used to say, when the 
climatic conditions were such as they are this evening: ‘ She 
was truly glad we were all indoors.’ So, I suppose this 
saying of hers is answerable for my feelings,” said Edith. 

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She could scarcely grasp the thought that Hugh would 
spend the holidays in Chicago, instead of with Margaret 
Page, and to make sure, she had not been mistaken she re¬ 
read the personal column in the paper again, and found it 
to be identically as she had read it first. 

It was just a few days after this when she, in company 
with Mr. and Mrs. Jackson, stood inside the gates at the 
station, waiting to clasp her parents in a fond embrace. 

It had been some little time since Mrs. Melton had vis¬ 
ited her old schoolmate, so with Edith to help her plan, Mrs. 
Jackson had arranged several little social functions for her 
guest. During their visit with the Jacksons they made many 
tours of the city, inspecting some of the larger stores and 
some of their largest departments. It was while they were 
on one of their downtown visits they called at the office of 
Mr. Jackson. 

On entering, accompanied by her lady friends, Mrs. 
Jackson was informed by an office girl that Mr. Jackson was 
busy. Thanking her, they then sat and rested for a short 
time busily talking, but at intervals could hear the sound 
of the deep voice of Mr. Jackson in conversation with one 
whose voice, Edith thought, sounded very familiar. 

She hadn’t heard a voice like it since the last time she 
had talked with Hugh. They arose to leave the office when 
the girl inquired: “Is there any message you wish deliv¬ 
ered?” Mrs. Jackson thanked her and said, “No, nothing 
special.” 

They then made their exit. Not knowing who it was, 
that had been separated from them by a mere partition wall. 

That evening at dinner Mrs. Jackson informed her 
husband they had called to see him but added: “You were 


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busy.” “Yes,” said he, “one of the boys from Harvard was 
in to make me a call, and I can see nothing only a very bright 
future for him.” 

“Who was it?” inquired his wife. 

“Well, wife, do you suppose you would know any more 
after I had told you than you know now, as I know no few of 
the boys from here who attend that university.” 

Here the subject dropped as it made no material differ¬ 
ence to his wife who the party could have been, for she was 
aware he had many acquaintances he had made in his pro¬ 
fessional work whom she knew nothing about. 

Edith had never lifted her eyes from her plate while 
they were engaged in this conversation, thinking at any 
moment she would hear him call the gentleman’s name and 
thereby set her mind at ease. However, she was sorely dis¬ 
appointed and had to live on without this knowledge. 

“How utterly foolish,” said she to herself, “to think it 
might have been Hugh for without a doubt he had never 
given Mr. Jackson, or anyone connected with him a mo¬ 
ment ’s thought since he landed in the city. ’ ’ 

Nevertheless, that night she read the letter again that 
she last received from him; also took a tiny box from the 
bottom of her trunk, that revealed the betrothal ring she had 
once worn with so much pride. 

Why had he not answered her question, when she asked 
it in the letter: “what she should do with ring?” She 
tried it on and wore it until she made ready to retire, then 
tucked it snugly in its little bed of velvet and replaced it 
in the bottom of the trunk. 

How truly she did wish that Mrs. Jackson had demanded 
of her husband a more definite answer to her question, for 


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in this way he would have satisfied his wife’s curiosity and, 
at the same time, set her own mind at ease. 

Her parents had had their cup of joy full to the over¬ 
flowing when on Sunday evening they entered the large 
spacious auditorium of the church where Edith sang and 
heard her sweet girlish voice pouring its praises to her 
maker, and those who have heard her, testify that she is an 
artist in her line. 

Whether or not she would be content to confine herself 
to the simple rural life at Yorkville, after having attained 
so much renown, was a question of vital importance to her 
parents. 

“ ‘Seeing is believing,’ runs the old adage,” said Mr. 
Melton, after he and his wife had been considering what 
would be the best course for Edith to pursue after her 
musical education was at an end. “After having spent so 
much time and money on her voice, I think, mother, it would 
be asking a great sacrifice of her if we would venture the 
theory of her remaining here at Yorkville.” 

“Yes, David, I take this into consideration but, as she 
is our only daughter I feel reluctant to give her up and be 
denied her sweet associations in our home,” thoughtfully 
said the mother. “Had you ever entertained any thoughts 
considering our move to Chicago if Edith wishes to take up 
her residence in that city?” 

“No, I had not,” replied Mr. Melton, with a somewhat 
surprised expression on his face, and at the same time asking 
his wife if she thought a man like himself, that had led such 
an active life as he had, could be contented to confine himself 
to the life in the city, and finished his remarks by saying: 
“He would hate to part with his hogs.” 

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‘‘Well,— it’s a certainty, David, you can’t take them 
with you, as I saw no pig-stys in Chicago.” It was just as 
well that they dropped the subject for the time being, as 
Mrs. Melton heard him say as he passed out through the 
kitchen: ‘ ‘ They would have ample time to discuss the matter 
later.” 

It was quite a while after the holidays that Edith re¬ 
ceived a long letter from Emily saying: she and Robert spent 
Christmas at Yorkville but was much disappointed because 
she did not get to see Hugh as it did not seem like Christmas 
when he was away from home. 

This was the first time Emily had written anything con¬ 
cerning him for months and almost a year, and why she had 
mentioned his name Edith could not imagine, unless it was 
it had been such a disappointment to them all that he was 
away at the holiday season. 

She mused on the pages, dwelling more especially on the 
one that contained the paragraph concerning Hugh, and 
softly she said: 

“Should auld acquaintance be forgot, 

And never brought to mind ? 

Should auld acquaintance be forgot, 

And days of Auld Lang Syne.” 

The countenance was so peaceful and earnest with the 
beautiful eyes and their soft drooping eyelashes, that while 
she thus sat with an occasional teardrop that fell, added 
more touching beauty to the picture. 

Thus she sat for hours absorbed in painful reflections in 
regard to her decision with Hugh, and never but once, by 

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word or deed, did he attempt to dissuade her from her resolu¬ 
tions, which she thought, had not been hastily made. 

“The mouth with steady sweetness set, 

And eyes conveying unawares 
The distant hint of some regret, 

That harbored there/’ 

She had had many admiring friends who had tried to 
press their acquaintance, thereby wishing to gain a closer 
and warmer friendship, but possessing conservative ways 
she at no time encouraged their favor, as she wished to be 
nothing more than: “Just a friend/* 

She was a radical supporter of the old saying ‘ ‘ That one 
real love affair is all one ever has during one’s natural life”; 
although many claim the experience of several, nevertheless, 
she remained skeptical on this subject. 


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CHAPTER XVI 


Rev. Allen’s Death 

AND 

The Meltons Move to Chicago 

S NOTHING noteworthy has happened that would be of 



J~\ any material interest to our readers concerning our hero 
and heroine, we will now pass on with the lapse of time, that 
brings us to the early spring days of Hugh’s last year of 
collegiate education at Harvard. 

It was about the middle of the month of February and 
Mr. Melton thought himself to be the busiest man in the 
entire community, getting ready for his closing-out sale pre¬ 
vious to their move to Chicago. 

Guy had now developed into manhood, in whom his father 
had learned to place great confidence, for he displayed wonder¬ 
ful business qualities in assisting his father in the thorough¬ 
bred hog business, as well as with managing the farm work. 

It was only recently that Mr. and Mrs. Melton had decided 
to shift the responsibilities of the farm to the shoulders.of their 
son and retire from their active farm life. It had not required 
much time and deliberation on the part of the parents to com¬ 
plete their arrangements in regard to the move after Guy had 
held a lengthy interview with them just a short time previous. 

In speaking of Guy’s future plans to his wife, Mr. Melton 
said: ‘ ‘ True it is, Guy is very young, but I would much rather 
see him settle down and begin to do for himself now than to 


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wait until he is older and perhaps not be as well equipped 
financially as he is at present. Too, we can see the present, but 
not the future, so I think it is all for the best.’ 9 

“Yes, David, Janet is a sweet girl and will make him an 
ideal wife, and I am sure she and her mother will find much com¬ 
fort in the thought that they will be so conveniently located and 
too,” she continued, “there will be many times when she and 
Guy will need the council of older and more reliable heads.” 

The Wilsons lived on an adjoining farm so with Mr. Wil¬ 
son near at hand, ever ready with his fatherly advice we see 
no good reason why Guy will not make good in all his efforts. 

To Edith the week seemed like months in length as she was 
overjoyed over the thought of her parents moving to Chicago, 
thereby giving her the freedom and pleasure of her own dear 
home. 

Not in the least that the Jacksons had not done all possible 
to make her happy while sharing the comforts of their beauti¬ 
ful home, were thoughts that found no harbor in her mind, for 
it was only that she longed for the sweet associations that can 
only be enjoyed in our own, “Home sweet home.” 

The Jacksons were equally delighted over the decision of 
the Meltons, coming to take their residence of abode in the 
“Windy City.” 

Just recently there had been a heavy rain together with 
a light fall of snow, so that now it made it very disagreeable 
working out among the stock. 

This was Thursday morning and Mr. Melton had gone to 
the house to inquire about the morning mail and on opening 
the door he said: “Wife, as my boots are too muddy to come 
in and I don’t want to take the time to remove them, will you 
please hand me my mail ? ’ ’ 


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She complied with his request and delivered to him sev¬ 
eral letters, and among them was one bearing the postmark of 
Rev. Allen’s new charge. He hastily broke the seal and learned 
Rev. Allen was quite ill and had expressed a strong desire to 
see him, so the writer suggested, that if possible try and com¬ 
ply with his request, for in all probability this would prove 
to be his last illness. 

During the course of the day he had tried many times to 
reach some reasonable conclusion in regard to gratifying the 
wish of his old pastor, but not until after he had partaken of 
his evening meal and rested himself for a while did he fully 
decide on definite plans. 

From the optimistic point of view he finally concluded, 
he could absent himself from home for a short time without 
much inconvenience, and said to his wife: ‘ ‘ Such requests as 
this are comparatively few in life and I for one don’t propose 
to turn it down. ’ ’ 

He was tired and retired early as the trip in the morning 
necessitated early rising, and by the time the morning sun 
would be flooding his hog-barns with its warm gentle rays he 
would be passing highways, and byways, at rapid rate behind 
a big locomotive that would send its whistle along the line like 
a screeching calliope. 

“The summit of my hopes have been reached,” said Rev. 
Allen, when he took Mr. Melton by the hand, while a peaceful 
smile shone on his face. 

Mr. Melton never said, but thought, all the efforts made 
in the trials for the trip had been satisfactorily settled, by the 
expression of the minister’s face. 

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Rev. Allen had been in failing health ever since the time 
of Ray’s trouble and it seemed impossible for him to regain 
his former strength. 

Ray was at home now, and was trying to make amends for 
the past, by doing all possible to establish himself as a young 
man of sterling qualities. 

It was with much pleasure that his father entered into a 
deep and confidential talk with Mr. Melton concerning Ray’s 
behavior and finished by saying: “He has made amends for 
the injury. ’ ’ 

His weakened condition presented a noticeable difference 
the following morning and before the little clock on the bed¬ 
side table ticked off the hour of ten o’clock he silently and 
softly passed over the river to the other side. 

Mr. Melton remained with the family until after the 
funeral, rendering all the assistance possible, both with ser¬ 
vice and financial aid, which was so much needed at this time. 

He held a long confidential interview with Ray before he 
took his departure and carried home with him many beautiful 
and consoling thoughts concerning the young man’s future. 

He was so agreeably pleased on his return with the com¬ 
mendable way which his wife and Guy had managed things 
during his absence that in speaking to his wife he said: “On 
like mission he could take another leave of absence without 
any uncomfortable feelings or inconvenience.” 

Being incumbered with many home duties it made it im¬ 
possible for him to find time to hold an interview with Mr. 
Carter, before the first of the following week. 

The two gentlemen sat for some time engaged in a long 
conversation at Mr. Carter’s place of business, and as Mr. 

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Melton arose to go, one of the clerks in the store heard Mr. 
Carter say: “David, remember I want to get in on that.” 

It was perhaps a month or more after the time mentioned, 
when a modest yet somewhat attractive monument made its 
way into the cemetery to mark the last resting place of Rev. 
Allen. 

No one seemed to know from what source it came, only 
knew it was there and the company who had erected it had 
only complied with their agreement. 

As the days wore on everything about Quiet Dale Farm 
was of such a hurrying, bustling nature that it seemed only 
mockery to call its name, for with pigs squealing, the calves 
bawling, and the hens cackling, it all annoyed Mr. Melton to a 
certain degree and he declared to his wife: “At one time he 
had thought the name of his farm implied peace and rest, but 
now he had changed his mind. ’ ’ 

After resting himself for a while after supper he said: 
“Guy, get your pencil and paper and we will try and finish 
listing the articles for the sale bills, as this is Thursday, and 
they must go to the printer not later than Saturday. Mother, ’ ’ 
he continued, “while we are busy with our work, you had best 
answer Edith’s letter, and tell her it will be impossible for us 
to be there for her recital. ’ ’ 

“Really, David, don’t you think we can get away before 
that time ? ” 

‘ ‘ No, I don’t see how we can, for Guy and I have worked 
on these sale bills for over a week and every time we think we 
have them ready to submit to the printer, we find there is 
something we have omitted, or, we have listed some article 
he wishes to keep,” but he added: “they are going to stand 
approved this time.” 


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The wife wrote Edith a long letter, and vividly impressed 
upon her mind it was a great disappointment not to be able 
to attend her recital. 

When she retired, Guy and his father were still working 
on the sale bills and she never knew what time her husband 
sought his room for repose for she was fast asleep. 

There was one pleasant feature connected with the closing- 
out sale which was: “Black Beauty,” would still occupy her 
old accustomed stall in the barn, as Edith would not sanction 
her name appearing on the sale bills. 

The Wilson family was equally as busy as were the Mel¬ 
tons, for the day following the sale, a pretty little home wed¬ 
ding would take place, with only the relatives and a few close 
friends as witnesses of the occasion. 

These pretty little home weddings seem more impressive 
in a way than an elaborate nuptial occasion, that calls for much 
tremendous responsibility of all parties concerned, not to make 
mention of the extra labor and worry connected with them. 

Many in number were the little social gatherings held in 
honor of Mr. Melton and his wife before they left their quiet 
home by the roadside that had caused the stranger to pause 
and look, which only spoke in part of the high esteem and true 
worth of this noble couple, who had lived profitable, unselfish 
and irreproachable lives, ever looking unto Him who is the 
author and finisher of all our good and perfect deeds, for only 
through Him may we hope to climb the heights of eminence. 

‘ * Lives of great men all remind us, 

We can make our lives sublime 
And departing leave behind us, 

Footprints on the sands of time.” 


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Notwithstanding the usual amount of sorrow, mingled 
with its equal parts of joy on such an occasion as this, the last 
day of their stay at the old homestead appeared comparatively 
short. 

The intermingling of tears with that of smiles, as they re¬ 
call the many incidents connected with the life that for many 
years had been circled round this dear old hearthstone, had 
had its ending and the curtain was slowly but surely being 
lowered, for it was here they had erected the family altar, and 
too, the birthplace of Edith and Guy. 

The last finishing touches had been given the table, prior 
to the arrival of her dinner guests, when Mrs. Carter in com¬ 
pany with her husband awaited their arrival. 

To her it was a somewhat solemn occasion, for the feeling 
existing between the two families seemed to be bound with 
stronger ties than mere friendship. 

They were to spend their last night with the Carters and 
on the morrow they would set their faces toward a new home 
and establish for themselves new friends and new interests. 

It was during the dinner hour that Mrs. Carter intro¬ 
duced many pleasant memories concerning the acquaintance 
and friendship of the two families. 

“Somehow,” said she, “in looking backward tonight we 
trace the foundation of this true, abiding friendship, to the 
high school days of our children, and to one especially, do we 
owe the everlasting debt of gratitude, whose life of splendid 
influence helped to build the family altar”—she could go no 
further with her remarks, as the tremulous sound of her voice 
was very noticeable to all, and caused an occasional teardrop 
to trinkle down their faces as they sat with bowed heads 
around the table. 


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Finally, she continued in a deep gentle voice by saying: 
“The many removals of friends together with the separation 
of my children prompts me to say, I too, wish to make a 
change.* ’ 

After a short interval of silence, only broken by ticking of 
the clock, Mr. Carter said: “Now, wife, if you are so dis¬ 
satisfied with Yorkville and its surroundings, I think perhaps 
we can make the change. ’ * 

“ Oh! well it isn’t that I am finding fault with the town 
and all its inhabitants, but I would like to be located where 
the children would have better advantages than Yorkville can 
offer and too, we would be near Hugh. * * 

Here the subject dropped and the remainder of the even¬ 
ing was spent in conversation in which the two gentlemen, 
especially, dwelt long on the subject involving Mr. Melton’s 
successor. 

‘ ‘ Is Guy twenty-one years of age ? ’ ’ asked Mr. Carter. 

“No,” replied Mr. Melton, “he will be twenty-one in 
April.” 

“Never to be his own man,” said the former gentleman 
with a smile. 

‘ ‘ That depends, ’ ’ said the latter; ‘ ‘ very true he is young, 
but I place great confidence in him and have all assurance he 
will make good. And, too, don’t you know I would much 
rather turn the farm over to him, than to deliver it over to 
strangers ? ’ ’ 

“Well, to be sure, to be sure,” said the former gentleman, 

‘ ‘ but, David, may I say to you, if you ever decide to part with 
your old home will you give me first chance, as somehow I can’t 
exactly explain it, but it has a sort of pleasing and restful 

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appearance about it, that prompts me to say I would like to 
own it.” 

After waiting for some little time, in order to master his 
emotional feelings, he said: “Without I meet with many re¬ 
verses of fortune, it will pass from my hands to my next 
generation but, if such a calamity should overtake me you may 
depend on me to grant your request.” 

Mr. Carter was seated in a large over-stuffed rocker with 
his legs crossed, and holding between his fingers the lesser half 
of a cigar, which he had made several efforts to re-light by 
striking a match on the heel of his shoe; he finally said: “ It 
may be that in course of events I would never be able to pur¬ 
chase this beautiful home of yours, for I might die, as poor 
as a church mouse.’ ’ 

The two ladies sat in an adjoining room busy all the time, 
recalling old incidents connected with their friendship and 
frequently referring to the names of their children; as if 
seized by some sudden impulse Mrs. Carter sprang to her feet, 
went over to the table and picked up an envelope and gave it 
to Mrs. Melton. 

At first glance, Mrs. Melton said: “A wedding invitation 
I suppose ? ’ 9 

“No,” answered Mrs. Carter, “ a wedding announcement, 
and don’t you think I have forgotten to mention it to Joe?” 

“Joe,” she called, “had I told you we received an 
announcement of Margaret’s wedding today?” 

“No, you did not,” answered the excited husband, “and 
who did she marry?” 

‘ ‘ She married a drummer from Boston, and I see they are 
to make their home there.” 


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“Well! poor man,” said Mr. Carter, “perhaps he may be 
able to live with her as much of his time will be spent away 
from home, thereby escaping a portion of her nagging and 
whimsical ways. ’ ’ 

This announcement came as a great thunderbolt to the 
Meltons, as they were still under the impression that Hugh was 
her best gentleman friend. 

The next day as they were en route to Chicago Mrs. Mel¬ 
ton thought the distance had increased in miles, and the road 
as it laid stretched out before them seemed much longer than 
on any previous trips, or really was it the distance, or was 
it her eager frame of mind, anxious to impart to Edith the 
intelligence concerning Margaret’s wedding. 

As the train sped on, she recalled to mind what Mrs. Car¬ 
ter had said about moving to Chicago in order to be near 
Hugh, and giving her husband a gentle nudge in the side with 
her elbow,—he had sat for some time in a half doze of sleep,— 
she said: “David, did you catch the full meaning of Mrs. 
Carter’s remark, concerning Hugh and his future plans?” 

“Umph! What did you say? I was almost asleep.” 

“Yes, I think you were wholly asleep, for you don’t know 
one word I said to you.” She never referred to the subject 
again, for it was not long until they were passing through the 
outskirts of Chicago. They could scarcely wait for the re¬ 
union that was waiting for them inside the gates at the sta¬ 
tion, but oh, what a disappointment when they beheld no 
familiar face except that of Mr. Jackson. 

He soon explained Edith was not well, and that it had 
been a great disappointment to her not to accompany him 
to the train. 


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“How long has she been ill?” inquired the anxious 
parents. 

“Since the evening of her recital,” was the response, 
“and we would have sent you word, but she requested us not 
to do so as you were to come so soon. ’ ’ 

“Well!” said Mr. Melton, “we could have arranged our 
business sooner, and come at an earlier date, had we known 
of her illness. ’ ’ 

They found her under a doctor’s care, but she assured 
them there was no cause for alarm, as she had only contracted 
a deep cold and would soon be up again, ready to move into 
the new home. 

The news of her illness proved such a shock that her 
mother forgot to tell her of Margaret’s marriage. The 
mother in company with Mrs. Jackson remained at her bed¬ 
side throughout the night and her restless condition worried 
them, for at times she seemed to be in a semi-conscious state 
of mind. 

“She devoted much time and labor in the preparation 
of her recital in order to insure its success, and the atmos¬ 
phere she created by the inspiration of her voice far exceeded 
the greatest expectations of the music lovers of the city,” 
said Mrs. Jackson. Furthering her remarks she said: “Today 
I have heard her going over some of the songs she sang that 
night which were: ‘I Will Walk With My Love,’ an Irish 
Folk song; ‘Dawn,’ by Coleridge Taylor, and ‘Mighty Lak’ 
a Rose,’ by Nevin, and others.” 

“Really,” said the worried mother, “it is evident to me 
she has over-taxed her nervous powers which together with 
this cold, makes her case appear very apprehensive to me.” 

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At intervals during the night she would awaken and re¬ 
spond to any questions they would ask, and with a forced 
smile on her face, extend her hands in the direction of her 
mother. 

Mrs. Melton had gone through so many trying ordeals of 
late together with a loss of sleep, that she too was almost 
ready to succumb to a spell of illness. 

She had no time to think of herself, for at all hazards she 
must try and stay on her feet, in order to lend all the assist¬ 
ance possible for the speedy recovery of her daughter. 

As the small hours of the night stole softly on, Edith’s 
rest seemed more natural and it afforded an opportunity for 
the two ladies to get a few hours of rest. 


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CHAPTER XYII 


The Illness 

A S EDITH’S rest had been broken during the night by 
hours of wakefulness, all deemed it advisable to sum¬ 
mon the doctor early in the day. This doctor had acted in 
the capacity of family physician for the Jacksons for many 
years, so all placed utmost confidence in his medical skill, 
fully relying on all he might say. 

He possessed a very pleasing and sunny disposition and 
his announcement to the sick room was usually made by the 
sound of the humming of some lythe little ditty, or, the 
whistling of some merry tune, thereby carrying with him a 
certain amount of sunshine. As his low humming could be 
plainly heard as he ascended the stairs, Edith was aware of 
his arrival. 

After having been introduced to her parents he inquired, 
as to where they were from, and what their vocation in life. 

Mrs. Melton answered his inquiry by saying “Retired 
farmers.” 

Being very partial to the sweet restful life of the farm 
and the many pleasant associations connected with it he 
said: “I fear you have made a mistake, for in my opinion, 
there is no place better than the farm.” 

He spent some little time in the sick room this morning, 
thoroughly examining his patient, and giving much time to 
deep study. Walking over to the window he stood for some 
time with his hands in his pockets, gazing into space, occa- 


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sionally passing one hand through his hair, yet ever keeping 
up his low humming. 

Suddenly, he turned, walked over to the bed and said: 
“I guess you would not object to a nurse would you?” 

“No, not if you advise one,” said Edith. 

“Well, your case is not of an alarming nature, yet there 
is much depending on the care of the patient, and your 
mother is somewhat worn out by this move, and Mrs. Jack- 
son would find it entirely too much of an undertaking; for 
all concerned, I think it best for me to bring you a nurse 
this morning.” 

Mr. Jackson for some unknown reason seemed over 
anxious to hasten to his office, but no one seemed to take any 
notice, or give his actions a moment’s thought except his 
wife. 

He no sooner reached his office until he penciled a mes¬ 
sage that read like this: “Not so well this A. M. Doctor 
ordered a nurse, parents arrived last evening, and I think it 
is advisable to come at once. Signed L. F. J.” 

In a short time the instrument with its familiar sounds 
of dots and dashes was clicking off the message, that would 
soon be delivered to its rightful owner. 

It did not require much time spent in anxious waiting 
for a reply, as e’er long the answer came: “Will start im¬ 
mediately. ’ ’ 

The nurse arrived at noon at which time the mother and 
Mrs. Jackson reluctantly submitted the care of the sick room 
to her professional supervision. 

As the days of the week crept slowly by Edith’s case 
was not so alarming to the anxious parents, as the doctor has 
stated this Thursday morning, “She has passed the crisis, 

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and with proper care, and no relapse, he thought by the last 
of the week, they would see a marked improvement in her 
condition.” 

It was about the middle of the afternoon, when the tele¬ 
phone rang, and Mrs. Jackson answered its summons. 

She had been waiting for hours for this call, as her 
husband had said as he left the hall that morning: “Just as 
soon as I hear I will call you.” 

She returned to the living room and said to Mrs. Melton, 
“Please excuse me for a short time, as my husband has just 
informed me he is expecting a friend from out of the city 
who will be a guest at dinner this evening,” said Mrs. Jack- 
son; continuing her remarks she said: “It will necessitate 
a late dinner as the train he is coming on is not due until 
six-fifteen P. M.” 

“Oh! I see,” said Mrs. Melton, “and I fear Edith’s ill¬ 
ness will inconvenience you.” 

“Oh! no not in the least,” said Mrs. Jackson, who was 
becoming more nervous every minute of her life. 

She soon entered the kitchen and there delivered several 
orders to Mariah, the old colored cook who has proved her¬ 
self very efficient in her line of business for many years and 
who understood what her employer meant when she said: 
“See that the dinner is served in an excellent manner.” 
She furthermore gave a few instructions to the house maid 
concerning a few minor changes to be made in the guest 
chamber, and all the time trying to wear away her nervous 
feeling, for fear of detection. 

The nearer the time came for her husband’s arrival the 
more nervous she became, and several times had it on the 
point of her tongue to reveal the secret to Mrs. Melton, who 

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their guest would be that evening, but every time she was per¬ 
suaded to keep it a little longer by the recalling of what her 
husband had said: “A woman can’t keep a secret.” 

In the meantime, Mr. Jackson had held a short interview 
with the doctor and learned he would call that evening. 

It was a well dressed gentleman, of rather tall and slender 
build, with dark keen penetrating eyes, and who wore a short 
stubby mustache, mingled with a tinge of gray that gave to 
the observer the impression that he was a man of mature 
years. He had walked up and down in front of one particu¬ 
lar gate at the Union station with one hand ungloved which 
he frequently used in consulting his watch in regard to the 
time for the last twenty minutes. 

As the gates were being thrown back and their old famil¬ 
iar click distinctly heard, which announced the arrival of the 
train, he planted himself squarely in front of it to await the 
passengers. 

In a short time he was grasping the hand of a handsome 
young man, whose face showed no signs of dissipation, but 
revealed a sad and troubled expression. 

“How is she by this time?” 

“Haven’t heard since three o’clock when I talked with 
my wife, who said: ‘ She was resting very comfortably. ’ ’ ’ 

“ Oh! thank God, ’ ’ said the young man. ‘ ‘ Does she know 
I am coming?” 

“No, nor neither do the parents, unless my wife has told 
them this afternoon, but I don’t think she has, although I 
admit it would be hard for me to keep it. 

“You know I haven’t fully decided how we are going 
to proceed with the rest of the play,” said Mr. Jackson, with 
a mischievous twinkle in his eyes. 

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Slapping him gently on the shoulder the other gentle¬ 
man said: “You have proven yourself pure gold, without one 
particle of alloy.” 

“Well! let’s hurry on, as we can talk on the way out, 
for my wife will be waiting dinner for us.” 

They most certainly made good use of their time, the 
elder gentleman acting in the capacity of a bureau of in¬ 
formation, for the young man at his side plied him with no 
few questions, until the car stopped at a certain cross street, 
when the two gentlemen made their exit. 

They crossed over to the opposite side of the street where 
they stood for a few minutes engaged in low conversation; 
then Mr. Jackson, pointing to a residence only a few doors 
distant said: “We will now proceed.” 

Just as they were stepping up on the walk a car stopped 
in front, and the occupant proved to be none other than the 
dear old faithful doctor. 

After a brief introduction, and the passing of a few hasty 
remarks, the trio entered together. On hearing footsteps, Mrs. 
Jackson appeared in the hall, and after a hearty hand-shake, 
she dispelled all their fears by stating the parents were up 
in the sick room, at the same time vividly impressing upon 
their minds, she had kept the secret and it would prove to be 
a great surprise to all. 

Stepping up to her and entwining his arm around her, 
Mr. Jackson said: “A woman can keep a secret, can’t she?” 

Motioning in the direction of the living room after re¬ 
moving their coats and delivering up their hats, Mr. Jackson 
said to his friend: “You may he seated here and I will ac¬ 
company the doctor upstairs; then if we deem it advisable I 
will come and call for you.” 


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Hugh waited for what he thought to be hours and would 
have sat if he could; but instead he paced back and forth from 
one end of the room to the other in frenzied state of mind 
until he forced the perspiration to trickle down his cheeks. 

The nurse had displayed wonderful taste in the arrange¬ 
ment of Edith’s hair that afternoon, so together with the rose 
she held in her hand, occasionally inhaling its fragrance she 
made a very pleasing picture in the room as the doctor and 
Mr. Jackson entered. 

“Well! how do you feel this evening?” inquired the 
doctor. 

“I feel some better,” said Edith. 

“You are looking better,” said Mr. Jackson. 

Her eyes met his with a smile and, ‘ ‘ I thank you . 91 

“Do you feel able to entertain a caller, or rather an old 
acquaintance for a short time?” asked the doctor. 

After hesitating a moment she said: “ I believe it depends 
on who it is,” and at the same time her eyes were searching 
the face of her parent who was standing at the foot of her 
bed. 

“Who is it, doctor?” she asked. 

Turning to Mr. Jackson he said: “Will you please go 
down and bring them up, as they may answer her question 
for me in person.” 

He immediately complied with the doctor’s request, and 
in a moment their footsteps were heard on the stairs and as 
they approached the doorway, the elder gentleman stepped a 
trifle to the rear, in order to let his friend proceed him into 
the room. Hugh passed the father and mother all unmindful 
of their presence, walked directly to the bed, where lay the 
idol of his life, bending down threw his arm around the form 

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and kissed the sweet white face that lay so calm and motion¬ 
less upon the pillow. 

Stepping over to where the parents stood, as onlookers, 
he then took them by the hand, but could utter not a word. 

Needless to say it was indeed a happy meeting to witness, 
and one that brought tears to the eyes of all in the room; even 
the doctor found an occasion to press his handkerchief into 
service, either to mop the perspiration from his brow or the 
tears that had fallen down his cheeks. 

The solemnity of the occasion was broken by Mr. Jackson 
who was renowned for his wit and humor, when he said: “I 
have been playing the leading role in a drama for many, many 
months, yes for the past two years, so tonight, as the grand 
finale is about to be played, I wish to shift the responsibilities 
of my important part in the play to the shoulders of my 
young friend here, who is able in every way, to play it in a 
much more satisfactory manner. ” 

No one in the room could interpret the meaning of this 
speech except his wife and Hugh, although they seem to read 
somewhere between the lines, when they declared him a star 
in his line. Mrs. Jackson was the first to leave the room as she 
was anxious to announce dinner, for it had been waiting for 
some little time. As the doctor arose to go, he turned to the 
nurse and said: “Please see that Miss Melton doesn’t keep 
late hours this evening.” 

“How late, doctor?” 

“Oh!—about nine o’clock,” said he. 

After the family in company with their guests had de¬ 
parted to the dining-room, where they all felt they could do 
justice to the sumptuous repast, the nurse said to Edith: “I 

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think he is beyond the average in looks and now please tell 
me how it was that he came to be here tonight?” 

“No, I can’t, as he will have to explain that himself later 
on, for I knew nothing of his coming, ’ 7 replied Edith. 

Presently, their conversation was interrupted by the 
voice of Mrs. Jackson calling the nurse to dinner and added: 
she would send Mr. Carter to keep her patient company dur¬ 
ing her absence. 

After two years of separation, filled with tears, heart¬ 
aches, disappointments, and regrets, comes the reunion, heav¬ 
ily freighted with the same old ardent love as of yore, for 
when true love casts its anchor in the harbor of a heart, it 
will withstand the storms of time and constant lashing of the 
waves, for the harbor is safe, for “Love beareth all things”; 
rejoiceth with the truth, and “love never faileth.” 

Somewhat awed by the solemnity of her countenance when 
he returned to her room, he stooping over her asked: “If the 
shock had caused any ill effects.” 

He was reassured that nothing of this nature had oc¬ 
curred, when she softly whispered in his ear, “I am so glad 
you are here.” 

It was past the hour of midnight before anyone sought 
their rooms to retire except Edith, who had long been enjoy¬ 
ing one of the most natural rests she had had for some time, 
for the serenity of her countenance spoke only in part of the 
deep pleasure she had derived from this short evening spent 
with Hugh. 

During the latter part of her girlhood days spent at York- 
ville, she gradually, and unconsciously, learned to lean upon 
his strong pure love and found in his society and its contin¬ 
uance a peaceful and abiding happiness. 

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They had differed in some respects, yet, during the time 
that has passed with the differences and misunderstandings, 
there had never been a day since, but what they had both felt 
the need of each other’s society, and especially Hugh, who 
had been guided by the sweet unconscious influence of a pure 
innocent minded girl who had been the means of shaping the 
future destiny of a strong and noble man. 

The following morning the doctor was so agreeably 
pleased with the remarkable improvement of his patient that 
after consulting her record of the day previous, he turned 
to the nurse and said: “Is it due to my medical skill, or your 
commendable care, or the presence of the young gentleman 
downstairs ? ’ ’ 

With a hearty laugh she replied: “I think it is due to 
the combination of things.” 

To their remarks, Edith had to indulge in a good hearty 
laugh that was heard by the two gentlemen that were seated 
on the lower step of the stairway in the hall below, and who 
wondered what it was that had caused so much excitement. 

The doctor gave a few instructions concerning some slight 
changes in the medicine, and said, as he picked up his medi¬ 
cine case, he would not call again before Sunday, unless sum¬ 
moned. 

“When may I sit up, doctor?” said Edith. 

“Not before Sunday, and if your temperature should 
come up in the mean time not then. ’ ’ 

After the nurse had spent some little time with her pa¬ 
tient in order to make her appear her prettiest, and taking 
extra pains with the arrangement of her room and especially 
the bouquets that were conspicuous in their several places 
she said: “Now you are ready to receive morning callers.” 

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All willingly surrendered their presence in the sick room 
for Hugh, whose stay would he brief, on account of heavy 
work during the remainder of the weeks spent at the uni¬ 
versity. 

It was with a heavy sigh of regret, that she made known 
to him what the doctor had said in regard to her sitting up 
before he would have to leave. 

“Oh! don’t worry, my darling,” said Hugh, “for I am 
indeed glad you are able to lie here and talk with me, which 
has filled my cup of joy full to the overflowing, for this re¬ 
union has come to us sooner than I had expected, as Mr. Jack- 
son and myself had planned it for the Easter time.” 

It was during these few days he spent with her that was 
revealed many mysterious incidents that had come into her 
life during the past two years and had caused her much an¬ 
noyance and anxiety as to know from what source they had 
all come. 

Vividly he related the facts concerning the mysterious 
roses she received while at Old Salem Chautauqua, and im¬ 
pressing upon her mind the hard struggle he had had in not 
making his presence known to her. 

He furthermore stated, it was he who was in the office 
with Mr. Jackson the afternoon that she in company with 
Mrs. Jackson and her mother had called, along with many 
other happenings, that proved to Edith he had remained loyal 
throughout the whole enduring time, and who now to her was 
a man of true and lasting worth. 

When he had finished, and the last words of his bold 
chivalry had fallen from his trembling lips, he was worthy 
the victor’s crown, and the winning laurels that are won only 
by the faithful. 


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Together with his handkerchief, intermingled with kisses, 
he soon succeeded in quenching the avalanche of tears that 
Edith was shedding and soon brought the smile to her face 
instead. 

He refrained from making any mention of the letter he 
lost, on account of her weakened condition, but said: “In the 
near future I wish to explain other things to you which I 
think are answerable for all our misunderstanding. ’ ’ 

When the postman delivered the mail Saturday after¬ 
noon, Mrs. Jackson found it contained a letter for Hugh. 

It was from his mother, as he had hastily written her a 
brief note stating Edith’s illness, the day he started for 
Chicago. 

After reading it he said: “Edith, there are so many mes¬ 
sages to be delivered to you, with your permission I will read 
you the entire contents.” 

“Certainly,” said Edith, “I should like to hear it.” 

A part of the letter was as follows: “We were indeed 
sorry to hear of Edith’s illness but more than pleased to learn 
you were with her and do hope she is much improved. Stay, 
if possible, until you know she is out of danger. 

“On your return come via Yorkville, if it is only for 
a few hours ’ stay, as I feel as though I must see you. ’ ’ 

“Oh! Hugh that is indeed a sweet letter,” said Edith, 
after he had folded it and put it in his pocket; continuing 
she said: “As she wants to see you so badly, couldn’t you 
leave here a little sooner in order to make them a short visit ? ’ ’ 

“No, Edith, I don’t see how I can, for I am supposed to 
be at the university not later than Tuesday morning in time 
for class work, so I think it is an utter impossibility. ’ ’ 

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After thinking the matter over for some time and making 
some inquiries in regard to the train service he learned he 
could make the return by the way of Cincinnati, thereby get 
a short lay-over of about two hours. He wired his mother 
to this effect, who answered immediately saying: ‘ ‘ they would 
meet him there .’ 9 

“That is a great idea, Hugh, and one that will make 
them feel much better, for you realize what a disappointment 
it would have been to them,” said Edith. 

“When did you tell them to meet you?” asked Edith. 

“Tomorrow evening at seven-thirty,” said Hugh, “and 
my last visit with you for a while will have its ending this 
evening, only I must be granted the privilege of saying good¬ 
bye in the morning,” he added. 

She could not speak, but nodded her approval. 

The beautiful bouquet of American Beauty roses that 
had been placed near the bed seemed to nod their approval 
also as they were swayed back and forth by a gentle breeze 
that was playing with the curtains as they hung in their soft 
graceful folds at the windows. 

Slipping her hand under her pillow, she withdrew a tiny 
little velvet case and said as she handed it to him: “Here is 
the precious little jewel you were inquiring about this morn¬ 
ing.” 

He removed it from its place of concealment and placing 
it on the little white finger and sealing it with a kiss, said: 
“Not to be removed, until I see you on my return.” 

On the following morning, when the early sunshine 
streamed warm and bright in at her window, her true devoted 
Hugh, in company with Mr. Jackson, stood at the station, 
waiting for the caller to announce the time of his train. 


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As Hugh stood with his hands folded across the handle 
of his traveling bag, Mr. Jackson said: “Well, my boy, how 
do you think the two attorneys managed things ? ’’ 

“In a very creditable manner,” responded Hugh, “and 
as Edith’s condition is no worse, I am real glad it has hap¬ 
pened this way, instead of at Easter as we had arranged.” 

Just then the caller announced his train and after a 
moment spent in parting, he was gone. 

After the nurse had served the patient her breakfast and 
the necessary arrangements of the room had been made she 
noticed a flushed appearance on Edith’s face, and after taking 
her temperature, said: “I don’t think you will sit up any 
today.” 

“Why?” inquired Edith. 

“Because, you must lie perfectly quiet and rest,” was 
all the reason the nurse stated. 

Again, during the course of the day her temperature was 
taken and shortly after the doctor was at the bedside. 

They could not account for the relapse unless it was, that 
the excitement of Hugh’s departure had exhausted her 
strength, as her illness had made her very nervous and weak. 

Monday came and went with only slight changes in her 
condition, but Tuesday morning she seemed much brighter 
than she had at any time since Hugh’s departure, having en¬ 
joyed a night of almost unbroken rest. 

In the afternoon she said: “Mother, it is probable that 
Hugh has written me from Cincinnati and if so, I wonder 
whether at this time a letter is not near at hand.” 

“Well, Edith, just as soon as the postman comes we will 
know,” and as her mother was uttering the last words, they 

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heard the voice of Mrs. Jackson calling in a vociferous man¬ 
ner saying: “A letter for Edith and from Cincinnati.’’ 

As the nurse delivered the precious document to its owner 
she said: “ I wonder if the doctor has changed any of his pre¬ 
scriptions in this, or sent any new instructions to your nurse. ’ ’ 

Edith had to laugh as she broke the seal to learn its con¬ 
tents, and after reading it she said: ‘ ‘ He did send you some 
instructions. ’ ’ 

“What were they?” inquired the excited nurse. 

‘ * He said to tell you, to take good care of me, and see that 
I made a speedy recovery, if you wanted him to hold you in 
everlasting remembrance.” 

“Oh! dear,” said the nurse, “please tell him for me when 
you write, that I heard all this many times before he took his 
departure.” 

“Did Mr. and Mrs. Carter see him in Cincinnati?” said 
Mrs. Melton. 

“Yes, but not for any length of time as his train left 
earlier than he had thought it would.” 

‘ ‘ Did he say how long they were together ? ’ 9 inquired the 
mother, feeling anxious for the parents who had made the 
sacrifice in order to see their son. 

“Yes,” said Edith, “about an hour and a half.” 

“Oh! well that is not so bad, for in a way they were 
repaid for their efforts,” remarked the mother. 

“How do you think you are going to like your new home, 
mother?” said Edith. 

“I can’t tell yet, as we have only placed the things in 
the house and nothing is put in order yet, but tomorrow,” 
she continued, “if you still show improvement, Mrs. Jackson 

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and the house maid and myself, with your father’s assistance, 
will try and get everything in order.” 

Continuing she said: “It is so conveniently arranged 
and so pleasantly located together with its beautiful finished 
interior, I see no reason after you are able to be with us why 
we won’t be happy. 

“I fear, Edith, your place in the home is not of long 
duration although this comes to all parents, and your happi¬ 
ness will be our happiness.” 

11 How silvery the echoes run— 

Thy Will be done—Thy Will be done.” 


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CHAPTER XVIII 


Worthy of the Prize 

A S THE spring days gradually lengthened, and the 
warmth of the sunshine became more noticeable, it was 
then, Edith began to take on new life and regain her former 
strength. 

Her parents had been comfortably and pleasantly located 
in their new home for some little time before it was thought 
advisable for Edith to be permitted to cross its threshold. 

There was a vacancy in the Jackson home occasioned by 
her removal, but the inspiration of this sweet and lovable 
character had left its lasting memories, entwined around 
their hearts. 

Many letters, filled with the true faithful trust that ere 
long she would be her dear old self again, came from Hugh. 

He had also recently stated: on account of some ability 
as an orator, it would be his privilege to carry off certain 
honors of his class. It was a joyous day to him when he re¬ 
ceived her letter stating: she had attended church that morn¬ 
ing and would occupy her old accustomed place in the choir 
that evening. 

Jubilant over the thought that soon she would be like the 
Edith of old, his heart was so filled with ecstasy, as he perused 
its pages, he said aloud: ‘ ‘ Praise God from whom all blessings 
flow. > ’ Continually, he had been earnestly pleading in his 
letters for her to be more considerate of herself and feelings, 

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by not complying with the many, many requests that came to 
her through her music loving friends. 

While she thoroughly enjoyed her music, she had other 
interests now, that would occupy much of her time and 
thoughts, thereby lessening her music interests. 

Her physical condition had improved sufficiently for her 
to comply with the requests that came to her to contribute her 
voice for the Easter service Sunday morning. 

She had spent some little time in the preparation of her 
special selections, together with assisting the choir with their 
program, that Saturday evening before Easter found her 
somewhat wearied by her week’s labor. 

On her return home that afternoon after the last re¬ 
hearsal, which all pronounced splendidly rendered, she found 
a most pleasing and pleasant surprise awaiting her. 

The postman had delivered that afternoon a box of flow¬ 
ers, together with a large package that her parents were as 
eagerly waiting as she, anxious to learn its contents. 

Having been packed very securely, she was very careful 
about disengaging it from its box, having been labeled, 
“Fragile.” 

To her utmost astonishment, she withdrew a picture 
which proved to be a likeness of herself, and a very commend¬ 
able piece of workmanship, that had been reproduced from 
the little picture Hugh had taken of her at Coleman spring 
four years ago, this Easter. 

She went in raptures over it, then next untied the box 
that contained a huge bouquet of English violets. 

“Oh! mother,” she said: “is there not a letter too?” 

“Yes, Edith, it is there by the picture.” 

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Eagerly she read its pages and soon learned the secret 
of the picture, and what a disappointment it had been to him 
not to be able to be with her on Easter. 

After she had finished reading her letter and they were 
commenting on the picture and the wonderful talent the artist 
had displayed, her father said: ‘‘I see he is not content with 
the picture but intends to possess its subject.” 

Continuing his remarks, he said: “I know of no other 
young man I could take by the hand and say, you are worthy 
of the prize, for without a doubt, he has proven himself a 
gentleman of true worth, and now we can commend you to 
his keeping with our parental blessing.” 

During the evening much time was spent in admiring the 
picture, and it was a hard matter to determine which had the 
most deserving merit of true likeness, Edith or Black Beauty. 

“I shall always be the rightful owner of Black Beauty,” 
said Edith, pointing in the direction of the picture, “and as 
Hugh knew how much I prized my noble horse no doubt that 
is why he had the picture made.” 

“Well,” said Mr. Melton, “it is now past my bed-time, 
and I will retire, but you and your mother may remain as 
long as you desire, enjoying the companionship of the pic¬ 
ture.” 

The mother and daughter had sat for some time, enjoy¬ 
ing one of their old time pleasant evenings together, and deep 
sonorous sounds had been issuing forth from Mr. Melton’s 
room for some time, that indicated he was not troubled with 
insomnia, when they were suddenly frightened by the an¬ 
nouncement of a late caller. 


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Mrs. Melton in an excited voice bade her husband awaken 
and dress as hurriedly as possible and answer the summons 
of the door. 

In his excitement to dress as quickly as possible, to be 
sure, everything went wrong: after trying for several times 
to put both feet into one leg of his trousers, which he learned 
would not work, he soon succeeded in adjusting them so as to 
insure him safety in retaining them, and started in the direc¬ 
tion of the door. 

Notwithstanding the fact that the head of the fa mi ly 
had made himself presentable in as quick order as possible, 
the impatient caller blurted out in a gruff voice, at the same 
time giving the button on the door a second push saying: “A 
messenger boy, please open the door.” 

Mrs. Melton preceded her husband by a few paces and 
reached the door first and opening it the messenger said: “A 
telegram for Miss Edith Melton.” 

Edith was all excitement, for fear something very un¬ 
expectedly had happened to Hugh, and the mother was equally 
as much concerned when the announcement of a telegram was 
made, thinking perhaps it might be some sad news of her only 
son. Edith read the message, and stated to the messenger, 
it had been delayed in its delivery. 

1 ‘ This was sent out to the house this afternoon, ’ ’ said the 
boy, “but found no one at home, and as you have no phone 
it delayed the message.’’ 

“Well,” said Mr. Melton, “it is just an oversight, or 
rather neglect on my part, and I will attend to this matter 
the first of the week, and have a phone installed.” 

In retracing his steps in the direction of his room he said: 
“What was the message, Edith?” 

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“En route home, will be in Chicago Sunday.’’ 

“Hugh.” 

“I can’t understand why he is coming,” said Edith, 
“after he has written, saying it was impossible to come.” 

“Well, he will explain when he comes,” said her mother, 
“so I think it is time for us to retire.” 

The Easter morning dawned bringing with it a flood of 
sunshine, but later on was obscured by the clouds that had 
gathered and were overhanging the sky. 

Edith spent much time and displayed elegant taste in 
making her toilet for church having laid to one side, a beauti¬ 
ful black satin canton crepe for her Easter gown, with trim¬ 
mings of black lace that added to the elegance and distinction 
of the gown. 

Not only for the eyes of the curious that would fill the 
spacious auditorium, but as well, for one whom she did hope 
to catch a glimpse of in the vast congregation had she dressed 
with unusual care. 

The Easter services had ended, and the vast congrega¬ 
tion had scattered, going different directions in a hurry, 
scurry, manner in order to reach home before the downpour 
of rain that was ready at any moment to descend upon them. 

After entering the car Edith gave the door a quick jerk, 
leaned over in one corner of the seat and gave a long pro¬ 
found sigh, as Mr. Melton hurried his family home ahead of 
the rain. 

“Easter bonnets and gowns stand a fair chance to get a 
good drenching,” said Mr. Melton, as he drove past a cross 
street where a large crowd was waiting for a car, as the long 
peals of thunder sounded more closely and the big drops of 
rain hit against the windshield on his car. 

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After partaking of a sumptuous Easter dinner and while 
they were still seated at the table Mr. Melton said: “I don’t 
think I ever heard an Easter sermon delivered like the one I 
heard this morning, and I must say Dr. Kemper did ample 
justice to his text.” 

“Yes,” replied his wife, “and was not that a very un¬ 
usual subject for a discourse: 1 The Unconscious Influence V 99 

“Yes, indeed, it really was; and, mother, what chapter 
in John was it that he based his thoughts on for his remarks ? 9 9 
asked Mr. Melton. 

“It was St. John, twentieth chapter, and the third to 
ninth verses, dwelling especially on the thought where Simon 
Peter and the other disciple came to the sepulcher and as they 
ran on together, the other disciple ran the faster, came to the 
sepulcher first and stopped, then cometh Simon Peter follow¬ 
ing him, and went into the sepulcher, then went in the other 
disciple also.” 

“Mother,” said Mr. Melton, “that is the part of his 
discourse I could not recall, so if it was the unconscious in¬ 
fluence of Simon Peter that prompted the other disciple to 
enter and if this influence was manifest during the time of 
the disciple, equally so it is at this day and age of the world 
too. I think it was a wonderfully interesting sermon . 9 9 

Continuing he said: “It is not the conscious acts of life 
that count for much, but the unconscious deeds that build 
character, and speak of our true worth.” 

The hours of the afternoon wore on, the evening church 
bells had rung, calling the people to the house of worship, and 
the mist of rain together with an occasional flake of snow was 
visible to Edith as she silently sat in a shadowy corner of the 
sun parlor, watching the street lights that sent their rays of 

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light through the thin dainty white curtains that hung at the 
windows, and the passengers that got off the cars at the cross¬ 
ing only a few rods distant. 

It was a strange evening. The outside elements were chill 
and disagreeable and all pedestrians seemed anxious to get in 
out of the inclement weather. 

It was about eight o’clock when a gentleman with a 
traveling bag stepped from the car, crossed over to the op¬ 
posite side of the street, stood for a moment, as if trying to 
locate himself, then hurriedly as if seized by some sudden 
impulse turned in the direction of the Melton home, which 
was brilliantly lighted except the sun parlor, which had no 
light save that afforded by the street light and from the ad¬ 
joining room. 

Almost petrified, yet filled with delight Edith had 
watched the proceedings of the stranger until she became 
thoroughly convinced who he was, when he turned into the 
walk that led to the house. 

In an instant she sprang to the door when the two stood 
for a moment, Edith being held in a warm embrace. 

“Oh! Hugh,” she sobbed, “I had almost given up in 
despair.” 

“Don’t worry, I am here at last, but have had a hard 
time to make the trip.” 

“You see,” said he, “I came by the way of Yorkville, 
then only had time to spend four hours at home in order to 
complete the rest of my journey and make the return sched¬ 
ule time.” 

Taking out his watch he said: “Can’t spend much time 
with you, after making such desperate efforts to reach here 
sooner, as I leave tonight at eleven fifty-five.” 

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“ Oh! Hugh, it has been such a sacrifice on your part and 
entirely too much of hardship for you to make these flying 
trips/’ said Edith. 

“No, not in the least;” and taking both her hands in his 
he said: ‘ ‘ How splendid you are looking, and it is almost un¬ 
believing to me, for I have been much concerned about you 
since I last saw you for fear you were not gaining in strength 
as rapidly as you should.” 

She led him from one room to another displaying the new 
home, which he pronounced very attractive and beautiful, and 
last for his inspection was her music room where hung directly 
over the piano the picture that had just found its way into 
the home. 

“How do you like it, Edith?” 

“ Oh! it is perfectly wonderful, and I just simply go wild 
about it.” 

Drawing her to him and kissing the hand that was 
jeweled with the betrothal ring he said: “Edith, the time is 
not far distant when your lover will object to these long tedious 
hours spent in your studio, and your compliance with so many 
requests to gratify the whimsical wishes of the public, for,” 
he added, “he can feast on much of your talent himself.” 

He then led her back to the living room and seated her 
on a luxuriously padded sofa where they spent the remainder 
of his visit. 

“As my time is limited with you this evening, and there 
are so many things I wish to tell you, I will have to hasten, 
or I will find myself ready to take my departure without hav¬ 
ing fairly begun. 

“Edith, there are certain incidents in our lives answer- 
able for our two years of heartaches, misunderstandings, tears, 

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and disappointments, all on account of some stupid mistake 
on my part, or because we did not understand. Now with 
your permission, I wish to ask you a question.’’ 

“Go on, Hugh.” 

“Well, did you find a letter I had lost?” 

“Yes.” 

‘ ‘ Where did you find it ? ” 

“In the hall.” 

“Did you read it?” 

“Yes, I picked it up, took it in my room and woman¬ 
like I read it.” 

“Then what happened?” 

“ Oh! Hugh, I don’t like to tell you. ’ 9 

“Yes, but do, please do, for I must know all tonight, and 
return to my work with a heart filled with joy to know all 
these little common differences have been satisfactorily 
straightened up, and this is why I have made such an effort 
to come.” 

She began and related the whole incident and how she 
sobbed and wept until her heart was almost broken, and for 
a short time lived over again the deep sorrow of that terrible 
night. 

He sat silently listening to every word as it fell from her 
lips and when she had finished, he gently drew her to him and 
said: “Did the letter contain any information that led you 
to think we were intimate friends ? ’ 9 

“No, I think not,” said Edith. 

“Now, believe me, Edith, that was the first and last letter 
I ever received from her and that one never received an 
answer. When I went to visit Emily, you no doubt thought 
I decided to remain longer in order to spend more time in her 

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company, but such was not the case, and not only you, but 
the folks at home were perfectly furious and demanded an 
explanation of my actions, but to this day they don’t know 
where I was. Edith, I have spared neither time nor money 
in order to keep myself well informed about you at all times, 
and much gratitude indeed I owe to my faithful old friend 
Jackson who has proven himself a friend of true worth.” 

Looking him squarely in the face, while a rueful smile 
played round her mouth, she said: “I now see why it was, 
that Mr. Jackson always found some objectionable qualities 
with all the young men who tried to force their acquaintance 
with me,” said Edith. 

“Exactly,” said Hugh, giving one of his big hearty 
laughs, that could be plainly heard where the parents were 
seated reading in an adjoining room. 

“Now, Edith, since I have told you all; do you believe 
me to be truthful and true ? ’ ’ 

“Most assuredly, and will you forgive me for ever mis¬ 
trusting your true manly love for me?” 

“Yes, I truly forgive you, for I was partly to blame,” 
and taking from his pocket a weather-beaten envelope that 
showed signs of long usage, he said: ‘ ‘ Things had reached the 
crisis when you wrote these lines, stating, ‘just a friend,’ so 
now, I think it has served its time of life so I suggest that 
we together destroy it.” 

So the letter that had severed the engagement was torn 
into small pieces and thrown into the waste basket. 

“Another thing, Edith, I wish to speak to you about is 
this: do you remember on Saturday when I was here during 
your illness, and while the doctor was up in your room you 
gave such a hearty laugh that could be heard downstairs?” 

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“Yes, I recall the time.” 

“Well! your father and I were seated on the lower step 
of the stair and when we heard you laugh, your father said: 
‘she is much better this morning,’ and I answered by saying, 
‘yes, my prayers have been answered.’ 

“He turned to me, took me by the hand and with the 
other one laid on my shoulder in his dear old fatherly way 
said: ‘ My boy, you are worthy of the prize. ’ 

“I tried to find words to express myself, but being over¬ 
come by emotional feelings by the sudden and unexpected 
statement, I must say that was once in my life that all power 
of speech seemed to have forsaken me. ’ ’ After he had finished 
and waiting awhile, the silence was broken when he said: 
“Edith, I have traveled many miles to spend these few hours 
with you, but oh my! the happiness I have derived has more 
than paid the debt in full. ’ ’ 

Withdrawing his watch from his pocket he reluctantly 
stated the hour for his departure had arrived, and arising to 
go he said; “ Do you remember a part of a poem I read to you 
one night in the moonlight at ‘Quiet Dale Home?’ ” 

“Yes,” she replied. 

“Well, it re-occurs to me again this evening, so don’t 
forget the words.” 

In a moment he had said good-bye, the door had closed 
behind him, and he had stepped out into the night. 

The spring was filled with busy days as Edith’s musical 
engagements, together with studio hours, required much of 
her time and gave place for little else except a few of her 
own personal interests that were crowding into her life, as 
with the passing of each day brought a little nearer the early 
summer days when the birds sing the loudest, the flowers 

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bloom the brightest, for ’tis then, the heart is turned to love. 
She was simply delighted when she received Hugh’s letter 
stating he would be valedictorian of his class. 

He had worked with untiring energy for the coveted place 
on the program and wishing it to be a complete surprise to 
her had withheld the intelligence as long as he deemed ad¬ 
visable. 

Together with the letter came the commencement pro¬ 
gram of his class, with his name occupying a prominent place 
on the program. These college commencements mean much 
with their elaborate exercises that involve talent of unusual 
class, together with the presentation of diplomas, which adds 
another brilliant feature to the occasion. Four years of col¬ 
lege life! Hugh recalled the days of being a freshman, when 
the college campus, and in fact everything, but himself, had 
looked so big and commanding, when the days had seemed 
like weeks, and the weeks like months. 

And now it was all over, and all were gradually growing 
old, he would soon have to say good-bye, with no renewal of 
friends on the opening day in the fall. 

It was with much pride that Mr. and Mrs. Carter sat in 
that spacious and brilliantly lighted auditorium and listened 
to the eloquent address to the class, delivered in a manner 
save no other than a natural born orator could have done. 

Hugh had spent no little time in the preparation of his 
speech, which won for him the distinguished honors of his 
class. He had striven hard for efficiency, and now his efforts 
had been crowned with great success, for just standing on 
the threshold of his professional life, he looks back to his boy¬ 
hood days of the idle dreamer of the yesterday, but today he 
is living in the realms where dreams come true. 

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There were no tears of regret, no unhappy mood when he 
bade a last adieu to Harvard and its faculty, who had labored 
hard for his future success, when the door closed, behind him 
never to respond to his summons again. 

As he hurriedly strode down the walk he glanced back¬ 
ward and beheld the magnificence and grandeur of the ivy- 
covered buildings that stand so quiet and peaceful among the 
trees, with their towers looming heavenward, with the beauti¬ 
ful campus as it lay stretched out before it; it reminded him 
of a village he had once read about, that sleeps along the 
banks of the river Thames. 

“Well, Hugh, we have been waiting for you for some 
little time, ’ ’ said Mr. Carter, as Hugh hurried into the station 
after checking his baggage. 

“Oh! my, these are strenuous days on a fellow,” said 
Hugh, taking out his handkerchief and mopping the perspir¬ 
ation from his brow, as he stood with hat in hand explaining 
why he had kept them waiting. 

“We were afraid you were going to miss the train,” said 
the father. 

“Well, it would have been unavoidable,” said Hugh, “as 
I have rushed myself as much as possible.” 

“Never fear, son,” said the mother, “we had decided to 
wait for you no matter if it necessitated waiting for the next 
train. ’ ’ 

The homeward-bound train was one of the most pleasant 
features of the whole affair for Hugh was a firm believer in 
the saying, “Where your treasure is, there let your heart be 
also.” So the train was taking him a little nearer Chicago. 

Many times his father had tried to learn the full details 
concerning Hugh’s future plans, but each time had been un- 

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successful in his efforts as Hugh would only say it was a secret 
and he would have to wait. He was indeed tired after the 
last week of college life was over, for it had been one ovation 
after another, and for all concerned he was really glad it 
was all over. 

“This seems like home once more,” said his mother, “to 
have you occupy your old accustomed place at the family 
table, and enjoy a real good visit with you which, to me has 
been a long time, since you have given us much of your pres¬ 
ence.” 

“Well, mother, I am at your service, ready to do your 
bidding for a few days, so whether it be you wish me to drive 
with you, or remain here at home and visit with you it mat¬ 
ters not to me.” 

While they were driving that afternoon and had enjoyed 
a long delightful drive which the mother declared the finest 
she had taken in months, she said to him: “ I fear this will be 
your last visit home for sometime.” 

“Now, don’t let’s get sentimental,” said Hugh, “and 
‘don’t cross the bridge before you get to it.’ ” 

“Don’t you know, Hugh, I don’t want to live here at 
Yorkville any longer,” said the mother. 

“Where do you want to go, mother?” 

“I would like to move to Chicago, where I could be near 
you, and too,” she added, “the children would have better 
advantages than they can get here. Can’t you say something 
to your father in regard to the matter, that might have some 
weighty effect upon him?” 

“Well, we will both work on dad’s better judgment, and 
it may be that we can accomplish our aim.” 

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The next morning he leisurely strolled off in the direction 
of the store and on entering found his father busy at his desk. 

On glancing up he saw Hugh standing at the desk, so 
laying down his pen, he said: i 1 Hello, son, be seated; it seems 
like old times to have you drop in to call.’ , 

“Yes,” said Hugh, “I was out for a walk and thought I 
would call for a few minutes. ’ ’ 

“I expect you are getting a little restless,” said the 
father, with a broad grin on his face, “and will soon be rid¬ 
ing the cushions again traveling toward Chicago.” 

“Yes, no doubt,” said Hugh, “and I only wish you folks 
were going with me, for,” he continued, “I don’t see any¬ 
thing here in Yorkville very attractive and I am quite sure I 
would never think of taking up my residence in a little burg 
like this.” 

“Well, don’t you know, my son, I have been thinking of 
this very self same thing this morning, and as your mother 
is perfectly unhappy here, and wants to live near you, it 
maybe that in a short time we will be following the children 
around, like two old fools. ’ ’ 

Hugh had to laugh in spite of himself, thinking he had 
gained the information he was seeking, without making known 
to his father the purpose of his call. 

“How is business, dad?” 

“Oh! everything is dull now, as you know the busy sea¬ 
son is over.” 

“Would you go into business, or would you retire?” 
said Hugh. 

“No, I would not retire, for with nothing to do I would 
actually go crazy.” 


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That evening Hugh retired early, but the low hum of 
voices across the hall in his parents’ room had a tendency to 
keep him awake for awhile, but he finally went to sleep with 
a broad grin on his face, feeling he had won his first case and 
that the decision would be handed down in favor of his mother. 

The following morning the mother was in an unusually 
happy mood, and she and Hugh spent the greatest part of the 
forenoon together, but what passed between them we do not 
know nor neither do we know what Mr. Carter said to her the 
evening previous, but this we do know that: in the afternoon 
the furniture dealer had an occasion to visit Mr. Carter’s 
place of business to look over a business proposition he had 
been considering for some little time. 

‘ 1 So, you are leaving this morning ? ’ ’ said Mr. Carter, as 
he arose from the breakfast table next morning. 

“Yes,” said Hugh, “I had thought I would not go until 
Saturday, but I have decided to go this morning, as there are 
some business interests I wish to look after the first of the 
week. Then too, I know Edith is expecting me any moment.” 

“Well, son, you might inquire about residence property 
out in the locality of the Meltons, and if you hear of anything 
you think would interest me, you might wire me and I will 
come up to look it over.” 

“All right, dad, I will make that part of my business; 
and it may be that Mr. Jackson can be of some help to me as 
you know it was through him Mr. Melton purchased his 
property.” 

‘ ‘ When may I expect you home again ? ’ ’ said his mother, 
as he came to say good-bye. 


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“Oh! I can’t say at present, but Edith is going to make 
Guy and Janet a visit before long and I think I will run down 
while she is here.” 


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J UST step inside and see how you like our new quarters,” 
said Mr. Jackson, after he and Hugh had walked down 
the hall inspecting the inscription on the doors of a suite of 
office rooms. 

The long cherished dreams of boyhood days had at last 
come true, and there was his name, standing out in hold re¬ 
lief upon the door. 

He could scarcely believe his own eyes as he beheld the 
neat and carefully selected furnishings of the rooms. 

“I have had a hard time to secure these adjacent rooms,” 
said the elder attorney, “for the party who occupied them 
seemed inclined to be a little obstinate in the matter after 
they learned I wanted immediate possession. However, after 
a little persuasion on my part, and paying a month’s rent for 
them they finally decided to transfer their quarters to the 
fifth floor. 

“You see,” he continued, “I have been established here 
so long that I dreaded the thought of making a change, so by 
both using this reception room, it will afford ample room for 
both of us, and at the same time, we will each have the same 
amount of floor space.” 

Hugh had stood almost speechless, but had fully caught 
the meaning of every word that had been said, and his face 
wore a somewhat bewildered look when he was conducted into 


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his own private office that overlooked the street below, with 
its furnishings, identically the same as those of Mr. Jackson. 

Everything had been done possible to help further the 
success of the young attorney who was just entering his pro¬ 
fessional career, and with Mr. Jackson back of him ever ready 
to counsel him with good and substantial advice, we see no 
good reason why he will not meet with success. 

Going back to his office rooms, Mr. Jackson said: * * I will 
still occupy my old accustomed place for no other rooms would 
seem like home to me.” Pointing to a chair he said, “Be 
seated, Hugh, I wish to talk with you for a short time, as we 
hurriedly run over some of the work I have outlined for you 
to do. 

“My work has been very heavy at times and in fact is 
most of the time, so I am going to shift some of the responsible 
duties over to you, for I am getting along in years, and I find 
it a little too heavy for me at times.” 

“Well,” said Hugh, “I fear you will find me a rather in¬ 
competent partner on the start, as you know I am inexperi¬ 
enced.” 

“Never fear,” replied Mr. Jackson, “you must entertain 
no such thoughts as fail, as I place more confidence in you 
than that; besides you are the type of a man to make good, 
judging your future by the past, knowing you are not easily 
discouraged,” he added with a smile and a mischievous wink 
of his eye, that Hugh understood. 

“Thank you,” said the young man, “and I will do my 
utmost, in order you may never have cause to regret the steps 
you have taken to assist me in my work.” 

“Have you told Edith yet?” inquired Mr. Jackson. 

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“No, and she has worried no little,’’ said Hugh, “fear¬ 
ing I would find it difficult to establish myself. It has been 
hard at times for me to withhold the secret, but as you wished 
it to be a complete surprise I have refrained from making 
any mention of my future plans/ ’ 

“Well! you are going to receive your first client this 
afternoon,’’ said Mr. Jackson, “as there was a lady here yes¬ 
terday wishing to obtain legal advice concerning some little 
difficulty in regard to the rent on one of her tenant houses. 
As I was too busy to consider the matter I told her to call 
again this afternoon, so the sooner you wade in and get your 
feet wet the better it will be,” added the elder attorney. 

The Jackson and Carter offices were located on the third 
floor of one of the office buildings in the downtown district, 
and the former’s name had been associated with court pro¬ 
ceedings for many years, being recognized as a prominent and 
highly respected lawyer. 

He had figured in some of the most interesting cases that 
had come before the courts, and now that Hugh had stepped 
into the office with a man of so much prominence gave no little 
cause for much public comment. 

Hugh received his first client that afternoon when a very 
dignified little old grandmother in company with Mr. Jackson 
stepped into his private office and after introducing his part¬ 
ner and assuring her he would do all possible for her interests 
he then made his exit. 

After carefully scanning the face of the young attorney, 
and with a little hesitancy she said: “You are quite young 
and inexperienced, aren’t you?” 

These questions were very unexpected to Hugh and after 
a moment’s pause and being possessed of great shrewdness he 

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said: “Beg pardon, but what was it you wished some legal 
advice about this afternoon ?” 

Fully grasping the thought that she had been too pre¬ 
sumptuous in asking the young man these personal questions, 
it was with a little timidity that she stated the full particulars 
concerning her case. 

When she arose to go he assured her she need entertain 
no fears, as all would be well in the end. Somehow she felt 
just as well satisfied with the advice she had obtained from 
the young man in question, as though she had been counseled 
by Mr. Jackson, who for many years had been her legal ad¬ 
visor. 

She rather liked the open frank expression of the young 
man’s face, and as she retraced her steps down the hall she 
was in deep study as to know where he was from, and if he 
was a near relative of the Jacksons, and too, if his mother was 
living. 

Hugh’s first day at his office had been filled with busy 
hours, as he had met no few of Mr. Jackson’s friends, who 
had congratulated him and extended best wishes for future 
success. 

Before leaving the office he wrote a long letter home and 
enclosed one of his business cards, and after reading it over 
he said half audibly: “Now this will set dad’s mind at ease, 
as I think he has been conjuring thoughts that I would fail 
in all my efforts. Now, the next thing I have to do is to tell 
Edith,” thought he, “for I have kept her in suspense long 
enough. ’ ’ 

It was only the next afternoon when he was informed 
there were two ladies in the reception room wishing to speak 
to him. On entering he had to laugh, when he beheld Mrs. 

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Jackson, and Edith who was holding a pleasant conversation 
with the former lady’s husband. 

“Oh! Hugh,” said Edith, “why had you not told me 
about it ? ” 

Pointing to Mr. Jackson he said: “He is responsible for 
everything. ’ ’ 

The two ladies were conducted through the suite of rooms 
and pronounced them very attractive in every way, and Edith, 
stepping up by Hugh’s side, took him by the hand and said: 
“A full-fledged attorney at law.” 

She could scarcely wait to reach home in order to impart 
the good news to her parents, but afterward learned they knew 
all about it, as Mr. Jackson and his wife had divulged the 
secret. 

It was some few days after this, when Hugh had crossed 
the doorway of Justice Brown’s office, that to be real frank, 
he felt a little shaky about the knees, as he stood in court and 
defended the little old lady who had called at his office some 
time ago. 

He went at things with so much earnestness that Mr. 
Jackson had to force back a smile as he sat a trifle in the rear 
and nervously pulled at his gray stubby mustache. In speak¬ 
ing to Hugh about his first case he said: “Well, if you go at 
things in this manner you will not only be successful, but will 
make yourself look prematurely old. ’ ’ Nevertheless, Hugh had 
waded in that afternoon, got his feet wet, and really liked the 
sensation of the water. 

Then, too, he had tried hard to make himself equal to the 
occasion, as he had noticed Mr. Melton’s familiar face num¬ 
bered among the spectators. 


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It was almost dusk when Mr. Melton reached home, and 
this was something out of the order of things for him to re¬ 
main away from home so late that it had caused his wife and 
daughter much uneasiness. 

“David,’’ said his wife, “give an account of yourself, 
and where have you been this afternoon?” 

“Well, that is an easy matter,” stated the husband: “im¬ 
mediately after I left home I went to the stock yards; as you 
know, I sometimes get a little homesick feeling and I like to 
visit the yards in order to hear the hogs squeal, as it brings 
back to me the memory of ‘Quiet Dale Farm’.” Then contin¬ 
uing, he said: “I then went down town and heard Hugh in 
court with his first case and he spoke with so much ease and 
presence of mind that one would have thought him to be an 
old experienced lawyer, judging by his calm composure.” 

“I didn’t disapprove of your going—only of not letting 
me know where you were,” said Mrs. Melton, as she handed 
him a letter. Looking at it for a moment he said: “ Oh! this 
is from Ray,” and at the same time breaking the seal, eager 
to learn its contents as it had been some little time since he 
had had any communication from him. 

There was a welcoming smile on his face, as he sat re¬ 
flecting on the contents of Ray’s letter and when he got up, 
walking over to his desk he said: ‘ ‘ Really, I am glad. ’ ’ 

“What news have you concerning Ray?” inquired his 
wife. 

“Well,” he said, removing his glasses from his eyes, and 
going over and seating himself near her, “do you know”— 
he began, while he turned his glasses over in his hands and 
with a pleasing twinkle in his eyes, “that Ray is soon to 
graduate, and then will be ready to take up the work of his 

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father. Mr. Carter and myself have been playing the part 
of the silent partners with him, for he being unable financially 
to finish his education we two gentlemen have assumed his 
obligations, and acted the part I trust of the good Samaritan. 

‘ ‘ He states in his letter, he is going to be able to liquidate 
the indebtedness the coming year.” 

Their conversation was interrupted by a caller which 
proved to be none other than Hugh. It was gratifying to see 
Hugh and watch the expression on his face when Mr. Melton 
advanced, and extended his hand saying: “With a well-placed 
firm foundation, you believe in getting to the bottom of things 
in a satisfactory manner.” 

By this time the circulation was doing rapid work on 
Hugh’s face, and relieving somehow, the pressure of Mr. 
Melton’s hand and acknowledging the compliment, he took 
Edith by the arm and led her to the music room where she 
entertained him for a short time by singing some of his 
favorite old songs. 

Suddenly, she paused abruptly and turning to him said: 
‘ ‘ I had another letter from Guy this afternoon and he is anx¬ 
iously waiting for me to say when I am coming.” 

Drawing her over to his side in order that she might share 
part of his seat, he said: “I too, am anxiously waiting for 
you to set the date of your departure.” 

The June days had slipped away and now that July was 
upon them it brought hot, long days, that afforded an ideal 
opportunity for Edith to visit Yorkville, and thus spend her 
vacation at the dear old homestead. 

After Hugh’s call this evening it did not take her long 
to complete her arrangements for this visit, 

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Her trousseau consisted of many beautiful and attractive 
gowns as the compliance with requests to appear in public 
quite frequently necessitated the ownership of such gowns. 

She carefully and thoughtfully selected some of her 
prettiest clothes, such as she thought would be needed on an 
occasion like this, and carefully laid them in her trunk. 

“When may we expect your return V’ asked the mother, 
as she and Edith stood in the hall waiting for her baggage 
to be transferred to the station. 

“Oh! I can’t say at present, as you know it has been a 
long time since I have enjoyed a ride with Black Beauty, and 
too, this will be my vacation.” 

As she waited at the station and was scanning the many 
unfamiliar faces as they surged to and fro, she suddenly 
caught a glimpse of Hugh who was trying to locate her, for 
it was almost time for the caller to announce her train. 

“I thing we’d best hurry,” said Hugh as he advanced, 
“for I am a little late and it is almost time for your train.” 

As she entered the train and Hugh assisted her in being 
comfortably located in a well-cushioned seat, she realized the 
full meaning of her journey as he hurriedly bade her good-bye 
and whispered something in her ear that caused her to laugh, 
as he left the train. 

“It seems a long time since I saw you,” said Guy, after 
the train had pulled up at the station, and Edith had made 
her way out of the sleeper at Yorkville. 

“Yes, I think you are right,” said Edith, as she crossed 
over to where Janet was standing, and said: “I am so glad 
to see both of you.” 

As they approached, the old home looked much the same 
with its profusion of flowers, that enhanced the beauty of its 

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surroundings, yet when Edith entered, she found the interior 
altogether changed. 

Guy and Janet were comfortably and pleasantly located 
and the artistic hand of Janet in the arrangement, together 
with the beautiful new furniture gave the interior a very 
pleasing appearance. 

Edith was a trifle disappointed in her visit, for after 
having been here a week she had found little time for riding 
and recreation of various ways on account of callers and re¬ 
quests to be entertained. 

This was Thursday and she had just received word from 
Hugh that he would arrive at home Friday evening, and after 
reading his letter she seemed a little nervous, but this was not 
noticeable to any one except herself. 

The whippoorwill sat on a maple bough swung to and fro 
by the gentle summer breeze and the bob-white perched on a 
near-by tree, called to its mate in some remote thicket, as the 
sounds of a car in the driveway announced Hugh’s arrival 
the following evening. 

‘ ‘ I wonder, ’ ’ she said slowly, as she gave a hurried glance 
at herself in the mirror of the dressing table, “if he has told 
anyone?” 

Without further thoughts on the matter that was of so 
much vital importance, she hastily descended the stairs and 
went in the direction of voices. 

“So you’ve come,” said Edith, as she stretched forth her 
two hands to meet his, ‘ ‘ and I’ve been wishing you would come 
early.” 

' “Then you don’t mind me calling you a little early,” said 
Hugh. 

“Of course I don’t,” was the response. 

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“I am glad to see you looking so well, Edith, and to know 
that your visit to the country has been so beneficial/ ’ said 
Hugh, as he followed her into the flower garden where Guy 
and Janet had preceded them by a few paces. 

They spent only a short time here and after gathering a 
few flowers they then entered the car that had been left stand¬ 
ing in the driveway and enjoyed a long pleasant drive, which 
took them by many old familiar places including Coleman’s 
spring, that brought back many pleasant memories of the past 
and ere long, they were driving through the streets of York- 
ville and suddenly parked their car in front of Hugh’s home. 

“Yes, I think you’ll have to tell them,” said Edith very 
softly, as he assisted her from the car. 

“We hoped you’d come,” said Mrs. Carter, as they 
stepped upon the porch where the family were sitting enjoy¬ 
ing a little breeze that had just sprung up, and began to stir 
the leaves on the trees, and the honeysuckle vines that grew 
by the porch. 

“It’s a beautiful evening,” said Edith, “and we could 
not resist the temptation of taking a drive.” 

“So this is how it happened, is it?” said Hugh’s father, 
—“well, we are very glad to have you here.” 

They were all unconscious of the passing of the hours, 
for time simply flew and the hours went on, until Edith heard 
the little clock on the inside announce eleven o’clock P. M. 

Jumping up, she said, “Oh Hugh, we must he going,” 
and at once realizing the purpose of their call, she became 
instantly and intensely quiet. 

It is really not possible to describe the occupants of the 
porch, but as Hugh arose he stepped over by Edith’s side 
where the light from the hall threw its rays directly upon 

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them and with much ease and composure, he plunged instantly 
into the full details concerning their visit and finished by say¬ 
ing, “Well be delighted to have you come.” 

“I see/’ said Mr. Carter; “this is somewhat sudden, yet 
not altogether as we have been expecting you to unsteady our 
nerves by some such performance as this, but,” he added, as 
they bade them good night, “well endeavor to be on time.” 

The night was far spent when Edith closed her eyes to 
sleep as she had spent some time in writing a long letter home, 
also in taking an inventory of her gowns and finally laid to 
one side a pretty, dainty creation of white organdie and lace. 

Long before the sounds of the morning stir could be heard 
she silently crept from her bed and noiselessly began collecting 
her belongings, which indicated her departure was near at 
hand. 

“Edith, are you going to breakfast with us this morn¬ 
ing?” asked Janet at the foot of the stairs. 

“Oh yes, Janet; I will be down in a moment.” 

Summoning all her heroic courage for the trying ordeal 
she had to perform when she entered the breakfast room, she 
softly tripped down the stairs and soon seated herself at the 
table. 

“Your house guest,” she began, “is going to take a leave 
of absence this morning and it is her desire that you ac¬ 
company her as far as Yorkville.” 

“She isn’t giving us any reason for her abrupt depar¬ 
ture, ’ 9 said Guy. 

“Well, it is this: neither of us believe in formal affairs,” 
said Edith, “and are decidedly in favor of a quiet little 
ceremony such as we would be pleased to have you witness at 
nine o’clock this morning.” 


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There was scarcely another morsel of food swallowed by 
either of the trio, and the stillness of the occasion was broken 
by Guy when he said: “Edith, you have a whole circle of 
admiring friends who will be much disappointed when they 
learn of your marriage.” 

“It can’t be helped,” she replied, “as we both dislike 
publicity. ’ 9 

It was a beautiful morning and was exactly eight-thirty 
when Hugh headed his car into the driveway at Quiet Dale 
Farm, where a pretty, charming and talented bride awaited 
him. 

“Oh! what a dream,” said Hugh as he presented her 
with a long box, and hurriedly disengaging the contents they 
were soon on their way to Yorkville. 

The church windows had been thrown open for some little 
time, and the soft summer breezes were being wafted to and 
fro through their openings, and the birds outside were trying 
to split their throats by pouring forth their morning songs 
when Mr. and Mrs. Carter and family, Guy and Janet en¬ 
tered and seated themselves, within a reasonable distance of 
the altar. 

There was no vestige in sight of any living mortal except 
the minister’s daughter who sat at the organ, leisurely look¬ 
ing over a piece of music. 

Suddenly at the sound of an approaching car the organ 
sent forth its soft voluminous tones, as the minister came down 
the aisle closely followed by Hugh and Edith. 

Although not witnessed by more than a half dozen peo¬ 
ple, yet it was one of the prettiest and most impressive cere¬ 
monies, and involved parties of more prominence than any 
that had taken place in Yorkville for many years. 

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After the blessing had been pronounced on the union of 
these two young lives, Hugh stooped and kissed his bride say¬ 
ing, “My wife, my life.’ y 

Two hours had scarcely elapsed, that included a pretty, 
dainty wedding breakfast, served at the Carter home, together 
with the call of many friends extending congratulations, until 
they were ready to start on their honeymoon, which would in¬ 
clude a visit with the Walkers. 

Before they took their departure, Hugh sent two mes¬ 
sages to Chicago, one to Edith’s parents and one to Mr. 
Jackson. 

Message number one was as follows: 

We ask parental forgiveness and are indeed 
happy. Will write soon. 

Signed, 

Mr. and Mrs. Hugh Carter. 

Message number two read like this: 

The great transaction done, I am Edith’s and 
she is mine. Will be back in about two weeks 
ready for real business. 

Signed, 

Your Partner. 

“There is a quiet road that finds 
The little singing streams; 

A road that reaches till it winds 
Along the Hills of Dreams; 

A road to hope to duty done, 

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And to that last clear call 
Across the gates of setting sun— 
God lets us tread them all.” 

THE END 


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